haiku no. 69

In a downtown shop,

middle school girls soak their nails—

the poor beg outside.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 68

Restless school children,

the Daylilies are blooming,

how many days left?

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 67

Writing at sunrise,

sleepy children on my lap:

the artist-dad life.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 66

U.S. holiday:

people barbecue and toast

to fallen soldiers.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 65

In Assad’s vile head

darkness festers and dictates:

blades to children’s throats.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 64

Quilt of rain clouds pass—

my daughter reads while I write;

the walls have come down.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no.63

Gritty 18th Street—

smelling sweet pan y café—

I long for Pilsen.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 63, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 63, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 62

Cool spring breeze blowing,

crouched children poke sticks in dirt;

letter from a friend.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 61

Peonies bursting,

heads aim toward arc of the sun;

pools will open soon.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 60

Flashing golden light

shoots into my morning eyes—

under the ‘L’ tracks.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 60, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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