Walking away from the Downtown Library

The road is damp from
snow that didn’t stay

Through the open windows of
the tofu restaurant I hear ladies
clamoring and chatting,
presumably, about
their personal lives

The convenience store across the street
hasn’t changed in a while.
The outside walls are worn like a favorite
kitchen apron with grease stains and other
predictable signs of wear.
Faithful customers gather at plastic tables
out front,
people-watching and smoking cigarettes

I walk between these comfortable
places, through the snow that could have been

Looking down I see the word painted on the road
reads “slow” in Korean.

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