the great barn

she envisions dancing,
weddings,
events in black tie,
she points to where the band
will play
under the arch
of the great barn,
the beams of wood
still solid
after a hundred years.
her eyes
go around the empty room,
as she points
at where the tables
will stand,
the art, the lamps,
the flowers.
the kitchen will bring up
food,
we'll open
up the barn doors on nice
nights
and let the moon come
through. it will be grand,
she says.
you'll see, watching
as a bat
beats its leathery wings
across the room.