Like a Rumor

Photo prompt courtesy of The Sunday Muse, Photo Artistry by Erik Johansson Master Photo-manipulation Artist

It came like a rumor, through the Gilley's backyard,
Drowned the Rasner's pool, and then it took our fence,
The azaleas. And then it washed through Sandy's house.
The realtor's letting the man leaning over the fence
Tell her what happened; why she should keep looking.
But she can imagine all the blues the house can now hold:
Tiles, wood, Sheetrock, sills, baseboards, doors, ceramic.
She knows how hungry the waves are;
Feels her own stomach growl.
It's been redone, they'll still insure it.
It's still a Good Neighborhood.
And if you stand in the middle of the living room
You can hear the sea calling all the creeks and rivers,
Telling them they used to be an ocean, a gulf;
They used to be clear and beautiful as salt.
She stands in the emptiness and listens.
Hears a cry of Land! But not yet.

Sharing, in the middle of a rainy Sunday afternoon, with The Sunday Muse and with Poets United, while waiting to see if the coals will be extinguished by this sloppy weather. It's a good day for staying in and reading. Hope this day finds you in a good place for reading, without the sloppiness. :)