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.next poem