Nika McGuin Poems

An old man came into the office today
in his expression, a mixture of mirth and magic
and when he opened his mouth,
countless stories were sure to fall out
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My fingertips are cold,
but my skin is warm to the touch.
The tresses falling at the nape of my neck
are warmed by my life's essence.
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Sweet potato flowers
blooming in a Louisiana garden
a careful mix of beauty and fragility
are we two not the same?
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I saw a ghost today,
and it looked a lot like you
I'd been clinging to the back of its shirt
you see, all this time I thought it was you
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I know the answer
lies deep in the rain
though at times it may seem sad
that it's raining so hard
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Though the polish is clear,
Though it shines and reflects the light,
Thin fissures are visible on the surface
And they foresee cracks and chips
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night has come
and the candles are lit again
the flames dance,
to an audience of melted wax,
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My lovely new workplace
has a glass trapezoid as its entrance
It protrudes into the room
bringing in the outside
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If you told me yesterday
that you loved me
but today you acted
like you didn't care
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Peach skies on the horizon
whisper to me that the day
is coming to an end
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