David Byrne Poet Free verse

Christmas Night In Dublin

A bright star shines
To the exalted constellations
May I present this debutant?
A poor man sleeping
Wrapped in golden tinfoil
In a doorway
It’s so cold tonight, outside at least
Beneath the splendid sky

I wonder is he dreaming
While I walk by

©dbyrne dec 25th 2013

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Carol Eastman January 20, 2014 at 6:47 PM Sad but often true. Well done... That time of year it's important to to remember the poor... We have a homeless shelter in our downtown... that the city is suddenly trying to shut down... It's been there for years helping take families and all others out of the cold. It will be a great loss.