Stucco and Starshine
It had been years since
the Morningdale Grove Coven
took down the fence-line.
This Summer Solstice,
as the moon bobbed, blind, above,
Misters Klein and Wasserman
turned slow circles around each other,
nude, astride their immaculate
Husqvarnas,
tracing a bold pentacle
in the high grass,
while their neighbors watched
from citronella shadows,
singing soft praises
to the Triple Goddess.