korean lady fretted away
as fire reigned down
on russia over san francisco
through the heart of roman catacombs,
she went shuffling back from
the kitchen with toast, faint
impression of sweat and
worry and overwork,
tourists having wandered to
her innocently from
the single tracked metro
and me just one more
mouth to feed,
she
tried to over charge me for
the coffee
that wasn't even there
but we both
did the math
and decided against it.
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