well then –

most beautiful days

in mid-september

nearby woods tempt

the wanderer/ the biker

the nordic-walking enthusiast

but then –

where else has a world-city

such a green lung

right on its doorstep?

yet – the poet is handicapped

by duties to his household/

the local water with too much

chlorine added

he has to travel downtown

to find a reasonable filter for

their drinking water

there’s no local one available

across to the north he rides the

magnificent öffis-transport

for finding a reasonably priced

filter set

thanks though for a competitive

market in the west

not yet rigged by huge corporate

greed/ called monopoly/ like the

beer market/ his neighbour said.

greed.deerg

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.