Nika McGuin Poems

A small girl walks past
shrinking inwardly
becoming smaller with every glance
as she races down hallways.
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Watching videos
seeing glimpses of
brightly flickering finite lives
I realize that the person I am watching
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Yellow:

To dream about the yellow flame of May,
I dream I'm covered by the smell of grass by me it is.
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Walking home,
I've got sun in my eyes.
It's got me in its heat-filled gaze.
People walk by, following them my mind wanders,
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There was once a doll, so cruelly enchanted by Father Time
her name was Chantefleurie, and this is her märchen
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Draped in shimmering turquoise threads
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What do you do
when fresh air isn't as fresh
and everything outside seems to
remind you of the one you lost
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The morning came in slowly
like a languid melody carried loftily by the wind
Here I was again, a traveling wavelength - pensive,
drowsy, but coherent. Savoring a cup of lukewarm coffee,
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Between two fences
once sprouted a little weed
no one thought much of it
no one looked at it twice
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It seems to me
so many people waste time
contemplating the meaning of life
they read books about it
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In your wide-eyed dreams
doesn't it all go right?
What about shut-eyed dreams -
do they get entangled in the night?
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