Another day in Gwanghwamun

I would trade
almost anything

for another day
for us
in
Gwanghwamun.

Soba for lunch,
octopus for dinner,
a book from Kyobo
and a stroll beyond
Insadong.

The sun would set and
a bowl of dongdongju
(without the slice of ginseng and grass)
would set out spirits free.

perhaps with a side of dubu kimchi,
I would ease into the electric night.

I wouldn’t long for another place
other than where I sat, slept, and ate.