He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark

Bright too

In the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.

He didn’t care—

The heat, the sun, the sweat

That glistened on his temple and sheened his brow.

He was ready

Ready for possibility

That’s what he said

As his eyes glinted and his smile widened

Eager and hopeful

He stepped out and held his head up

He looked around, not down

No down, not anymore

He aligned his spine and threaded the crown of his head

To the sky, to the light

He was ready

Ready for possibility.


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