A homeless man sits beneath hanging angels
stretching across the street
angels glittering in the dark inky twilight
angels glittering in the December rain.
He shivers under a blanket,
bare feet resting on the cold wet pavement
and his feet are dirty, the toenails blackened
from wear and lack of care. The shoppers
walk on by, happy, laughing,
last minute Christmas shopping
and I want to go up to him
and ask, ‘Where’d you put your shoes?’
I want to wash his feet with my god-damn hair.
Rachel Burns poems have appeared in magazines such as The Fenland Reed, Crannog and Poetry Salzburg Review. She was commended in The Keats-Shelley Poetry Prize 2017 and shortlisted for Primers Volume Four.