Slicing through March winds—
transporting bounty of fruit,
this steel horse can go!
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 371, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
Tag Archives: biking
no. 341
February ends—
fixie rider keeps balance;
I long for the road.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 341, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
haiku no. 169
Weekend warriors:
folks with energy to spare—
no laborers here.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 167
Race against the clock—
the crossing guard waves us through;
red leaves are falling.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 163
Overcast morning;
whirly wind blows past my ears—
September secrets.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 163, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 104
I bike in the heat—
pedal strokes trigger flashbacks—
the road is melting.
~Guillermo Delgado
no. 104, Guillermo Delgado, 2012
haiku no. 86
Hot summer bike ride—
the black iron ghost whistles—
big bugs follow me.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 82
Symphony of birds—
I bike and pull two children:
my precious cargo.
~Guillermo Delgado
haiku no. 5
Biking in the wind—
I pull flesh, steel, and rubber;
wrens on a wire.
~Guillermo Delgado
Storefront Window Display at North Branch Projects
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