no. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

 

haiku no. 329

Sad ballad hovers

over coffeehouse cackle—

suburban drivel.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 286

On a freezing night—

little café in the ‘hood—

foggy windows drip.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 286, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 286, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 183

Rich suburbanites

invade my Saturday spot:

first day of autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 169

Weekend warriors:

folks with energy to spare—

no laborers here.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 161

Outdoor coffeehouse—

rebellion songs play over

trivial chatter.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 149

Alleys and backways—

coffee drinkers come and go;

two birds watch and wait.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 149, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 149, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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