
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.