Blue Shutters

On the walk to the beach
I have passed this house a thousand times.
And, out of the courtesies my mother taught me,
never looked in.
But one of the gifts of being on the island off – season
are the houses lying vacant.
Lonely shells in the wake of summer breezes,
mostly boarded up and huddling against the winter’s bite.
It makes one braver, I suppose,
walking the beach path in the season of solitude.
So you take a peek.
And see,
who is looking back at you.