A veil of blue and white fringe hides each face.
Who is there in Marrakech?
Who stands under the dimmed archway
framed by the arabesque shadows?
Who lives in that dynamically still world
walking through the blue, white and terracotta tones?
A shapeshifter of sorts?
No individual identity revealed,
no quotidian emotion seen.
Just the mind behind the camera and
Marrakech in their midst.