Target

In the park across the street 

young men play cricket 

the neighborhood strays lay about 

couples cuddle close on benches.

On occasion goats and cattle 

wander in to graze and leave behind

copious droppings. 

Stepping carefully around 

walkers walk, watchful as 

Arjuna’s precise eye. 

Across the park, 

four floors above the ground 

in one among identical balconies 

a fish circles on a wheel 

feeling, on some days, like shit.