these shoes feel like wings.
i am
f l y i n g
across the newly grooved pavement, balancing
on pink wheels and scraped knees and a perfect morning
whispering you won't fall. someday i will glide straight
into the white house and spin around
with my arms out wide as the changing leaves swirl golden
around me. i'll write my own declaration
right then and there, in my wrist guards and helmet,
my name scrawled at the bottom in big looping letters
like the gentle curves of my body as i skate
towards freedom
and f a l l
Posted in response to the challenge The Declaration of Independence.
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