haiku no. 44
My dear youngest son— standing quietly at my bedside; I’m trying to sleep in. ~Guillermo Delgado
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Light behind stained glass sparks flashbacks of burning wax— autumn hymns and prayers. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 219, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
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Ice crystals clinging— the horizon’s radiance is very short-lived. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 296, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
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Hot iron griddle— well seasoned with nature’s fat; pancakes in winter. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 310, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
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