A hundred pigeons’ flight of freedom ends as they land for handfuls of crumbs.
Picking from the snarled hands of an old woman, they peck to the counter beat of the *Bomberos’s brass concierto to a circling, cheering crowd.
Horns hammering out notes to the beat of the big bass drum- cymbals clanging,
Children clamoring in *Castellano, in their fun unknowingly climbing on
Stately statues of famous figureheads of
Argentina's ancient ancestry from centuries long past.
The shade begins to cast itself over the tree tops
Mothers begin to call out names-
Little ones run into the embrace of loving arms.
Pigeons take flight,
It’s time to go home.
*Bomberos’s -*Firemen’s’-
*Castellano is what Argentineans recognize as the official language of Argentina.
The picture above is Plaza Flores where this poem was written in Buenos Aires.
