I step out of my car
(driver’s side as always).
The door slams with
a deafening BANG.
I straighten my shirt,
and start up the walk.
My wool jacket is
itchy against my bare skin.
I climb the steps
with increasing trepidation,
until ,finally, I reach the door.
The brass lion knocker laughs
to my face.  The lights are on;
someone must be home.
I straighten my tie
and adjust my hair.
I check my breath,
and clear my thoughts.
I pull my hand from my pocket
and feel it drip with sweat.
I bring my hand to the lion
and slowly lift the ring
between its teeth.
My hand slowly lifts
the ring to an appropriate height.
I pause for a long moment
and slowly set it down.
I glance around once quickly
and run back to the safety of my car.