Near Aung San Stadium
at the Ichiban-Kan restaurant,
bow, exchange business cards,
smoke filter cigarettes
and giggle over their gyoza.
elegant in black dress and white pearls,
watches each slurp of ramen,
accounts for every sip of sake,
notices any slip in standards.
For her customers
this place is like a tiny talisman,
comfortably tucked into a pocket of Yangon.