One Step Followed By Another

No door stoop waiting for a passerby to wave...
Did one sit,
Determining the flow of traffic.
Or which direction in confusion to head.
This was not the mind of one,
Sifting through limitations.
This was the back of one seen crossing the tracks.
Leaving with no issues or baggage packed.
Whatever one carried that had once burdened the back,
Was tossed to pursue a dream.
And the Sun...
Rising on the horizon,
Beckoned!
One step followed by another,
Was all that it took to shake away...
What could or could not be done!
Only the fading sounds of whistling was heard,
As necks stretched.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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