no. 432

The sound of water—

From under the runner’s soles:

Birdsong interlude.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 432, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 432, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 431

On these foggy hills,

We listen to the rhythm

Of our breaths and chains.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 430

Wheels almost touching—

We got down low and mashed gears…

While you were sleeping.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 430, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 430, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 429

As the wind picks up,

The scent of spring rain arrives,

Should I stay or go?

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 429, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 429, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

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