Independence on Rollerblades

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