The polka-dot pram wobbles along the concrete,
Bumping over thick moss, carrying the girl who
Thinks no further than the path in front of her.
She cuddles her favourite toy, the most important
Thing in the world right now, a rabbit, mangy in age
And love. It picks up the dirt when she falls, soaks the water
She drops it in, and inhales the rising steam from
The basement canteen, scented with kimchi and bok choy.