Home Court - Poem

The basketball court was pitch dark,

Illuminated by a single faint light.

So quiet you could hear a bark,

Which way worse than a bite.

Cicadas chirping in summer air,

They didn’t bother me, I swear.

Faded outlines of the hopscotch,

My brother and I once played on.

A rusty shed, stood lowly in the darkness,

Where inside it had snakes and witches.

A rattling door, that wasn’t friends with its frame.

We were too scared to enter for a game.

This court held my childhood in its palm.