Poetic Blooming scene

Barn Dance

People milling about in a large barn

with a musty smell from the haybales

arranged in the front on which my friends

and I sit. We break out our instruments:

upright bass, acoustic guitar, banjo,

mandolin and there’s me on my ukulele.

The toe-tapping sounds blend together,

making it hard to pick out instruments.

People clap, smile and dance to the music.

My fingers dance about on the strings,

but only in my dreams. In reality,

I’m lucky to plunk out the hokey pokey.