haiku no. 38

Sound of passing rain;

the dripping flower unfolds,

eve of planting moon.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 37

Kind of blue ribbon

blows through skyscraper canyons:

Miles Davis’ trumpet.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 37, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 37, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 36

Passing spring showers,

children waiting for the word—

soccer game cancelled.

~Guillermo Delgado

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haiku no. 35

Cardinals in a bush,

the Mourning Dove stands still—

gasping children watch.

~Guillermo Delgado

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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

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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

no. 30, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 29

Cold April morning—

we search for our winter coats;

the robins sleep in.

~Guillermo Delgado
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