no. 467

The crescent moonlight,

An old woman swatting bugs—

Summer is ending.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 467, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 466

The scent of coffee

And the windows wide open…

Possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

 

no. 460

That morning feeling:
Other bike commuters nod…
Solidarity.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 460, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 459

This cool breeze blowing
Through the glass and brick buildings,
Pushes my pencil.

~ Guillermo Delgado
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no. 458

Waiting for the train—
So many dreams to begin—
A sky with no end.

~ Guillermo Delgado

"Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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. 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. 446

The sound of a thaw

In the middle of winter

Soothes the heart and bones.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 446, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 446, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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