no. 457

As the train arrives,

The cicadas get louder;

Dream in the ethers.

~ Guillermo Delgado

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 456

A summer sunset—

We pedal hard to catch it;

Race against the moon.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 456, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 456, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 455

On these broken streets,

The cracks swallow dreams and blood—

We pedal for peace.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 454

Inside the spaces,

Where I walk from dark to light:

Living in the breath.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 454, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 454, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 453

Four hours of headwind—

A prairie full of iron ghosts:

What we’ll do for beer!

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 453, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 453, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 452

A half century;

I’ll aim for another one—

A new beginning.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 452, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 452, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 451

The scent of people

On bus number thirty-nine:

World kitchens collide.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 451, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 451, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 450

I bike in the snow…

Yoga teacher smiles and says:

“We’ll work on balance.”

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 450, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 450, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 449

These train horns split air,

Pierce and shake the mind and heart;

Possibilities.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 449, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 449, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 448

The downtown strip club

With its snow-spattered marquee

Reads: Welcome Coaches.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 448, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 448, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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