Reflection: The House by the City Auditorium

 This poem was inspired by a house in my hometown across the street from the city auditorium. Published in 2012.

The House by the City Auditorium

stain glass windows, in the front door,

ornate and beautiful,

the scroll work on the gables,

but the floorboards of the porch,

rotten and broken,

vacant and abandoned,

the house stands alone,

the old woman finally died,

when I still a boy,

the house.

once a home,

now a place, for ghost stories,

and teenage boys,

smoking and drinking,

wonder if the old lady knows,

in her cold grave,

her heart aching

the mind weeping,

in the dark night,

outside my bedroom window.