a pink ball rolls
around a corner
of a rectangular park
a newly erected fence
in green and gold
edged with spears and arches
stands inscrutable
you can tell yourself
in a sinister whisper or
a bouyant shriek,
'I SEE traffic through a trellis'
with a burst of screeching friction
and heaves of mortar fattened pillars, a metro train passes above.
pink ball stops rolling,
settles itself, somewhat unclaimed.
turn of the corner reveals
an urchin with lopsided buttons
and his merry belly button running,
brandishing an yellow plastic bat.
walkers gather pace, crunching
on scattered orange leaves
of an Indian almond tree
unafraid of solitary pink balls
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