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. 453

Four hours of headwind—

A prairie full of iron ghosts:

What we’ll do for beer!

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 453, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 453, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 427

The youthful revelers

Roam and trample hallowed ground—

Winter’s skeletons.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 427, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 427, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

haiku no. 419

Racing clouds erase

crippling trivialities,

sky blue with promise.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

haiku no. 418

Early spring morning—

blanket of clouds spitting mist:

a day to reflect.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 417

A cup of Earl Grey—

steaming the hump-backed moon night;

bone-chilling spring winds.

 ~Guillermo Delgado
no. 417, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 417, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

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. 414

The sound of thunder—

western sky flashes and cracks;

Oklahoma weeps.

 ~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

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