Battlestar Eclectic

Storm a castle of stars.

Stop fly-fishing in the lake of dreams.

Books paint love as a breeze,

a candy-pull, a garden stroll.

In truth, Eden is filled with

frog-roar and butterfly bites.

No man’s a prince, but some

are stout of heart, gentle, and

like to walk in the rain.

So we dive again into that

champagne-pink pool,

that roiling sea.

Life’s too short

to hide from

adventure.

–Sarah Torribio

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