solstock

in the middle of pinellas county's
long concrete stretch to  the beach
lies magic's place. not many houses
have xmas lights up, the recession's
hit hard in this part of town.

if you drive with the windows down
easy in the florida pre xmas
paradisical night you hear   drums
maybe a woman's vocals as you pass.
if you're in the know stop by.
bring a covered dish, your drum.

after the circle of elements
and the chant,the yule log 
and   wishes burnt
  the communion  begins.
  
magic's a nightengale
drums for the beat
keyboards fill the lushness
juene fille dances with fire
  mesmerises a stone
this is art you can't buy
a poem you can't write
you just have to live it
go out and be in it,
sing on my knees to pray
to the gods of the minute.