dancing they swirl past the porch light
floating free instead of dripping down
a breath scatters the damp flecks of cloud
and passing headlights make a shadowbox
illuminating the yard as the house floats
above ground and under water
oh how the brume on a warm winter night
can turn a somnolent New England town
into a mighty and mysterious Atlantis
explorers need only step out onto the stoop
to watch the watery world drift by
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