Malade - Free Audiobook

ANXIETY

THE hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
       The crisping steam of a train
     Melts in the air, while two black birds
       Sweep past the window again.

     Along the vacant road, a red
       Bicycle approaches; I wait
     In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
       To leap down at our gate.

     He has passed us by; but is it
       Relief that starts in my breast?
     Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
       She has no rest.