meets every Thursday night
across from the pizza joint
and the all-night gas station.
One-by-one, they enter
a run-down strip mall space
and suck in the flavored-smoke
slinking off the incense stick.
Behind the industrial-glass door,
the coven gathers in secret
to learn the old arts
and to buy new, mass-produced and
Everything here seems desirable,
where twinkle lights temper
the glowing overhead fluorescents.
One-day-a-week, they practice
divination, recite incantations,
and trade home-brew recipes
before putting children to bed and watching a little TV.
Leaving together, thirteen
weekday witches living nowhere special
wave at the local folks filling up
while cackling off into the night.