no. 455

On these broken streets,

The cracks swallow dreams and blood—

We pedal for peace.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 408

Morning in the ‘hood—

shadows slowly disappear;

chance to start over.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 404

On a cool spring night—

under majesty of stone:

Angela Davis.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 402

Another warm day:

howling and wailing sirens—

more than usual.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 398

Young haiku poets

radiating on the stage,

there’s hope in this world.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 380

Boys fidget and pace—

‘round makeshift memorial;

spring rains wash the blood.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 380, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 380, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 377

As temperatures rise,

teens ramble on city streets—

it’s human instinct.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 368

The sound of dissent—

echoes in urban canyons,

permeating walls.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 367

Child covers her ears

while car and truck engines rev;

Ashland bus stop blues.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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