a knock at the door

the knock
at the door at
this early
can only mean one
thing.
Mormons.
you yell out
the window,
that you already
have what
they're
selling, but
they don't take
no for an
answer, so you
go down in your
bathrobe
and crack
the door open
to shoo them
away with a ten
dollar bill.
it's cold,
and the young
men in coats
and ties,
hair parted
and shiny,
are shivering.
no sir, we don't
want your money,
we want to help
save you.
really, you say,
I'm good, I'm fine.
take the money,
go get yourselves
some coffee and
a couple of donuts
on me.
in fact bring me
back a half
dozen, mixed,
but they don't
take it,
instead they hand
you a few pamphlets
and wish you
a good day, then
off they go on
their bikes.