Coyotes Howl in Fallbrook: The Town I Live In

in Poetry

Tire Swing by Martin Betz

By Eszter Delgado
Leaves on the ground,

Bolting forward I force my

Heavy foot forward into the weightless pile on


tan     tan     ground.

Leaves float   in mid-afternoon





In these parts children still ride schwinn bikes.

Handlebars sawed off,

Seats lowered to the frame.

If you are cool,

The tires hum

Soft songs


Speeding streets.

In this neighborhood

It is the sound of the spokes

Firecrackers explode in metal trashcans.

The sounds of sirens blow back and fourth

Echoing inside hollow clothesline poles—

Where wasps begin to build long and extensive housing for their Kind. The foot drives down in


Deeper Places.

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Eszter Delgado was brought up just east of Los Angeles in a family of seven children. “When you grow up in a neighborhood that is rooted in gang life, you become part of it, even if your parents are the best.” After graduating from high school, Eszter attended college in Humboldt County. She was the first in her family to earn a college degree, a B.A. in Art. She subsequently returned to a lively arts community in Echo Park and downtown L.A., and then went on to Claremont Graduate School and earning her M.F.A. in Art. Eszter now lives in Fallbrook, California, with her husband, two children and four dogs. She is a contracted Artist in the Schools, and soon to be, Poet in the Schools.