Caller

You have not yet drawn me out

You have not yet reached inside

Upon the steps you stand

Staunchly with your pride

 

You hem and haw and tap

And dart your eyes about

Safe now from the rain

But still you are without

 

Within the hearth awaits you

With frames still left to fill

Yet the threshold still abates you

Though your heartbeats trill

 

The lights within are dimming

Yet on my steps you strut

And though our heads are swimming

The door is groaning shut

 

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