He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark.

And bright too

In the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.

He didn’t seem to 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

With eagerness and hope.

He stepped out and held his head up.

He looked around, not down.

No more down.

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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