Battlestar Eclectic

I sit upon a wooden dock,

my feet hang off the end.

And at this moment, I am sure

that I don’t need a friend.

I cannot touch the water,

though my sneakers try their best.

And then I kick them off a while

and lay there for a rest.

The sky is like a bowl of cream

suspended upside down.

The peaks are whipped in such a way

they never touch the ground.

Instead, they hug the pretty tops

of such a pretty bowl.

I spend an hour on my back,

and just admire the whole.

–Sarah Torribio

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