A perfect white from afar
Up close, the pure white
Are strips of white tape
Circling the boots
Covering the cracks and the dings
And the faded leather
The laces are gray and frayed
And one has a burned tip
From a friend’s lighter
The only way to re-lace it
The ring is oversized gold
And has a small row of
Little white stones
And is all tied up in
The Right boot lace
A reminder of what foot to start with
The plastic base where the blade are secured
Looks wooden at first
But staring closely reveals
The chipped edges and scrapes
From falls and banging into the boards
The silver blades seem dangerous
With the ridged toe
And long straight back
And the blades’ are so thin that one
Wonders how can one stand
Let alone move with them on
Yet I did move on them
Back and forth across the ice
Gliding, spinning, jumping up
So high off the ice
Only to land on one blade
With my arms outstretched
And my back arched just so
Sometimes I fell
Crashing hard on the ice
With the bruises to prove it
Yet in those boots,
I swear that despite
My muscles aching,
My lungs struggling
to draw in one more breath
with each movement made
In those ice skates
I truly could do anything
And I was never happier
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