bright blue

bright blue
immaculate shine, cool lines
parked out front of the cafe

Fleet Foxes, giddy indie
vocal harmonies like sweet honey
over a sea of bland yogurt

the times they have changed
with a pen-mark in a voting booth
with a Tweet, with a mocking gloat
that hovers over an endless field
of insipid lack-of-hope

yet the car's sheen
and the soaring songs
remain true
are here for us
while the fearful rage
at what has passed
the fearless prepare
for what is to come
and the mystics and children
stay sheltered in raincoats
rooted in what is now
and ever will be