Sound of passing rain;
the dripping flower unfolds,
eve of planting moon.
~Guillermo Delgado
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Monthly Archives: April 2012
haiku no. 37
Kind of blue ribbon
blows through skyscraper canyons:
Miles Davis’ trumpet.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 37, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 36
Passing spring showers,
children waiting for the word—
soccer game cancelled.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 36, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 35
Cardinals in a bush,
the Mourning Dove stands still—
gasping children watch.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 35, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 34
Twelve Border Agents
against Hernández-Rojas;
chimps have empathy.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 33
Hog-tied and handcuffed:
Rojas beaten, tased, and killed—
swallowed by the night.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 32
We bike in the breeze—
restless drivers pass too close,
talking on their phones.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 32, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 31
Flickering sunlight—
sleepy children watch me type;
time to go to school.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 30
Drawing the body:
black ink flows under my skin,
rivers on paper.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 30, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 29
Cold April morning—
we search for our winter coats;
the robins sleep in.
~Guillermo Delgado
Storefront Window Display at North Branch Projects
I Sell On Etsy
