Layers of waste may eventually harden
into beauty,
accidental cabochons on steel rings,
(as good a fate as possible
for industrial drippage)
flashing colors to rival
sapphire and aquamarine –
byproducts outliving
rusted, junked Fords
rotting in Nevada tomb-lots,

how many of us merely byproduct
of rusted and junked families,
left as incidental, hardening,
waiting for a clever eye
to notice our sharp and swirling lines?