The ocean rose during the night.
More than high tide.
More than storm tossed.
It flowed through the first floors
of beach front houses
and unintentionally set two on fire.
It took wharf planks out to sea
for wayward gulls to land on
and curious dolphins to nudge.
The ocean went back down by morning
but left salty puddles
where the depressed land kept souvenirs.
An attempt to get over a little hump.
A new stretching practice.
Like Yoga. But for oceans.
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