Joanna Newsom's Matinee

The precious handmade
hippy set aesthetic

Rocking in quiet consolation
like young mother voices
cooing in a dream

Some parents with small
children;
Bigger children too
came to see
her harp and bangs
and wordplay:

The warble and the
whimsy,
a Saturday afternoon
Prime;
Supreme

To say the very word:
Whimsy
is dreaming in tiny
pictures, whispering
on the telephone

Now down on the blonde wooden
floor with the
others that managed
entrance

Waiting for another
soft-spoken introspection
while thinkin',
"Maybe... maybe..."

An amalgam of younger
faces, younger people
all around me--

I see a few of us,
older and less fan-like,
like river rocks
in this
fast-moving stream

A simple observation
amid the haircuts and
foreign fashions

Give up trying to say
something in favor
of sitting silently,

surrounded by friends
in private conversations
thinking only of Kate
and the long
drive up to
my friends