Only on the coldest winter nights
-10 degrees or less
From deep in the cement structure of my building
Comes a sporadic loud crack.
I worry the whole building will break in half.
I resent that I live in a place that gets that cold.
I long for hot summer nights.
How cold it is tonight.
I feel sorry for the bicycle on my balcony
Protected only by a thin blue tarp
And a couple of badly placed bungee cords.
The wind throws it around with impunity.
It's been at it for months.
And this is how I know
Nothing and no one
Can save me.
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