it

is

an

asthmatic

gasp

when
bent

across

two

bicycles
and

cranetwisted

neck

extending
my

lips

toward

the

gap

i

suck
hungrily

on

fresh

air

the

windows

here

rise

above

the

city
outside

and

beyond:
something

indeterminable

drags

you

up

and

cold

wind

riding

past

the

sill

makes

the

the

same

way

the

building

has

lost

some

of

its

cathedral

charm
since

they

divvied

it

up
with

partition

walls

-

extra

ceilings

the

rafters

are

boxed

in

but

like

a

cathedral

still
the

many

foul

things

spring

there

spewing

from

under

their

slimy

edge
guttered

out

below

the

parapet