no. 440

As the train departs,

A fog swallows my city—

No more leaves to rake.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 440, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 436

This summer landscape

Swelters and disintegrates

With each passing mile.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 415

Trampoline at dusk—

we lie on our backs and watch

amber-lit clouds drift.

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 412

The brown-skinned men sweat—

over the hoes and shovels;

elitists’ gardens.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 410

Tree blossoms tumbling—

every time they touch my skin:

I pedal harder.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 410, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 410, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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. 407

Walking late at night,

towards the hectic avenue—

my fists hardening.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 407, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 407, 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

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