no. 466

The scent of coffee

And the windows wide open…

Possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 465

Brewing espresso

While my children are sleeping…

But how can I write?

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 465, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 461

The sun’s face peeks in—
Children hide under blankets;
Another coffee.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 460

That morning feeling:
Other bike commuters nod…
Solidarity.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 460, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 442

The blue light arrives—

Darkness is slipping away:

A still life appears.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 442, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 439

Sunrise at our backs,

Wheels roll a bit heavier—

Watch out for the skunk!

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 431

On these foggy hills,

We listen to the rhythm

Of our breaths and chains.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 422

Through the dying leaves,

light creeps towards my writing hand;

time is running out.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 421

November wind’s teeth–

chomps on the front of the line,

who needs a health club?

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 421, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 421, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 419

Racing clouds erase

crippling trivialities,

sky blue with promise.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

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