Scarab Cocktail Party
 
Grooving in the garden
to a DJ's spinning beat.
Members with their sketch pads
find themselves a seat.
 
Orthopedic oxfords
pierced and tatooed skin.
Different on the surface
artists beneath the skin.
 
They linger long past sunset
as lightening bugs descend.
The party may be over
but memories never end.
 
 By Ellen Hildreth
 

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SOUL MATE
I Find you
Everywhere,
Your form
Beside me,
Your energy
Within me.
What magic
Binds us?
Surely time
And love
Have made us
one

By Louis J. Cantoni
 

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