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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