It didn’t work. No matter how we ask,
the only one reliable is I.
Relocating the bins is no big task –
just once a week – but neighbors don’t comply.
They fill the bins but seldom cart them out.
“I’ll help if I’m around,” the young ones said.
But they are here (and studying, no doubt,
apparently disorganized instead).

It isn’t rocket science. If each dwelled
apart, they’d lug their refuse every week.
“Pretend that’s so,” today I whisper-yelled –
“A Sunday job that’s really not unique.
If when you try, it’s been already done,
well, that’s a benefit for everyone.”