Improv/Imitation Entry 1 (Week 5)

I wanted to imitate one of the poems that I read in Pretty Little Rooms.
I really liked the first stanza in "Wayne, Balanced" and the memorability of the image, so I wanted to imitate it.

The original:
"His talent was equilibrium,
tops of pianos, backs of couches, the side of the tub,
and once, even the roofline.
Poised there, two stories closer to the sun,
arms stretched, half a pimento cheese sandwich in one hand,
he ignored his mother's howl
at seeing him so out of reach."

My version:
"His talent was agility,
tops of cars, the back of the loveseat, the handrail of the staircase,
and once even a basketball hoop.
Perched there, two stories above my head,
legs waving down, slow android phone in one hand,
he basked in the awe
of watching him escape from the binds of the earth."