Knocking

No one answered the door when I knocked, so I knocked again. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, then I shifted from toe to toe, then I sat down on the Dark Hickory high-performance porch decking. While sitting down, I knocked again. I got up and lounged in the rattan hanging chair, watching carpenter bees in the sky, a couple of thin wasps on the aged railing made of some unknown wood species,…