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I Only Looked (James Bay, Victoria, B.C.)

There’s a house

that calls itself Superior

somewhere near Menzies Street—

 

It’s setback from the road,

a cold huff stuck in its lungs and

vines gnarled up the cedars that guard its Western false front—

 

Overgrown with weeds, maybe

a missed paint job or two (goddamn sea breeze),

it looked to me like the house from Jumanji—

 

They leave

the door

wide                              open

like an invite

but unspoken

 

And the soft steps

that I took

brought me                                      closer

but after all

I only looked