haiku no. 351

On the lakefront path—

I walk in my red-stained boots,

shed some desert soul.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 351, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 351, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

haiku no. 321

Along the lakeshore—

the sound of train horns blowing

breaks the icy air.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 321, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 321, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 291

Folks cheer warm weather

in early January;

Great Lake disappears.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 291, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 291, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 280

Coast of Chicago—

brown waters crash and tumble:

Silver Spray shipwreck.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 254

Receding shorelines—

babies in open strollers,

where did winter go?

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 254, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 254, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 173

Highway by the lake—

empty steel mills crumble,

late-summer sunset.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 173, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 173, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 150

Highway to the sky,

Lake Michigan on my left—

I’m in cruise control.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 150, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 150, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 58

Warmongers invade

singing sands of great water—

plan preemptive strikes.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 10

Cream-colored spirits

haunt the glacier-carved city—

a place to gather.

~Guillermo Delgado
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