no. 424

November winds stir

the ghosts of twenty-nine men:

Edmund Fitzgerald.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 424, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 424, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 423

The ice on the leaves—

sparkles and draws me closer,

amid rotting fruit.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 423, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 423, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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. 420

We throw long shadows

on dead leaves and empty streets —

the sound of train horns.

—Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 420, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 420, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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