The Pigeon

The city is a bowl of gazpacho with legos
South of the mirador lies a dried and wrinkled landscape
Grey and red - a rare steak - topped with dashes of herbs
The shadows of bursting clouds interspersed
Create transient masks for valleys and peaks
Crevices appear deeper as the sun travels
Illuminating then masking
The ridges, valleys, streetsides and alleys
Now it spotlights the market
Neverending maze of knockoffs and mystery
Foods and drinks we´ve never seen
Tended by small dark women in bowler hats
Shrouded in rainbows
It is quiet
Peaceful
Despite the crowd
Our aimless wander finds us in an unrecognizable corner of the Peace
A taxi carries us to the viewpoint
Where the clouds are closer
Our location clearer
Allison sketches the scene
The camera in a lockbox at the hostel
We process the moment
Startled by a small multi-colored soccer ball tossed by a playful child
Which hits Allison´s back with a thud
She thought it was a pigeon