A day before the 11th …

A quarter century later,
a beautiful day before
September 11th.

Riding past the garbage
recycling plant and
sewage works
to work on my mountain bike.

My noise curls a bit,
at the urban smells,
I’d prefer to shit in a bucket,
toss the wrapper in fire,
but city life,
got to make that money.

Work, work, work,
remote work is fun,
but sometimes I got to ride,
to the office.

On a beautiful September day,
past the garbage recycling plant
and sewage treatment plant.