Collaboration #10 Anita Skeen wrote, Guillermo Delgado responded

 Those Summer Mornings

 after the report card came home 
 and bus 228 no longer stopped twice a day, 
 the world woke canopied in translucent
 green, light dappling wet, spider-webbed
 grass, fog drowsing in the river valley

 like me, still hovering in half-awake
 beneath my grandmother’s double
 wedding ring quilt, loops of blue
 and yellow calico for my cars, roads
 that always circled back, stories plotted

 as wheels turned.  All was still, my parents 
 gone to jobs, NanNan in the kitchen 
 ironing to gospel hymns.  In my day a bike, 
 a dog, a friend, the woods.  How could 
 I know what loss already lodged among us?

                             5/21/09

Guillermo Delgado's Untitled #10, 2009, mixed media on wood, 10'' x 10.25''