The cars drive leisurely up the street and pass my house
The soft wash moving from the left to the right
Sounding exactly like the rise and fall of an ocean tide
Waves lapping past
The seagreen foam seeps slowly under my home
Filling in space between plumbing pipes, dirt and spiderwebs
Frothy and bubbly, it erodes, it carries
Moving us up from the ground
Rotating slowly, the house picks up
We start to drift
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