Suspense II

Engines grumbling reach this place
penetrate old glazing and the stone
to murmur in my ears, I wait,
my breath on hold ...

that car-door-slam
might herald your ascent,
suspensed I am
to hear your boyish step

leap my stair.  I know
you there inhaling
cool February.  I pursue
the opening and the thaw

that move uncertain steps
discern an unknown engine
pushing motives and regrets
that make of me the breath indrawn.
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