NIGHT RUIN

Marked by the moon above,
Like a star over a stable
It's stone steps lit by headlights,
An archway stands watch.

On a warm California night
On a little used backroad high in the hills
The ghosts of past travelers
Dare me to enter the Inn.

My sandals are not sensible wear
(I have come from a dinner in town).
The light coming from behind me
Doesn't illu…