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

 

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

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. 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. 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. 379

West-facing walls glow

while the daylight fades away;

Sunday evening blues.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 304

Quilt of night slipping:

the sun creeps over rooftops—

shining light on dreams.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 304, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 304, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 303

Scent of strong coffee—

sunlight on her messy hair…

I am trying to write.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 303, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 303, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 302

Light reflects off plane—

in an easterly approach;

summoning spirits.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 302, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 302, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 296

Ice crystals clinging—

the horizon’s radiance

is very short-lived.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 296, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 296, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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