no. 467

The crescent moonlight,

An old woman swatting bugs—

Summer is ending.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 467, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

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. 458

Waiting for the train—
So many dreams to begin—
A sky with no end.

~ Guillermo Delgado

"Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 457

As the train arrives,

The cicadas get louder;

Dream in the ethers.

~ Guillermo Delgado

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 451

The scent of people

On bus number thirty-nine:

World kitchens collide.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 451, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 451, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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. 439

Sunrise at our backs,

Wheels roll a bit heavier—

Watch out for the skunk!

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 438

Two strangers embrace—

Hold each other quietly:

Transfusion of joy.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 438, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 438, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 437

The end of summer—

Light shimmers from her dark eyes:

Waning crescent moons.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 437, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 437, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

 

 

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