no. 460

That morning feeling:
Other bike commuters nod…
Solidarity.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 460, 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. 439

Sunrise at our backs,

Wheels roll a bit heavier—

Watch out for the skunk!

~ Guillermo Delgado

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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

 

no. 341

February ends—

fixie rider keeps balance;

I long for the road.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 341, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 341, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 196

Favorite fleece jacket;

I bike on leaf-littered streets—

spot a lone gingko.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 196, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 196, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 189

Falling and spinning,

between the spokes of my wheels—

tree leaves’ last hurrah.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 175

In the amber light—

these spinning wheels move me

over dew-stained roads.

~Guillermo Delgado
 no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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