Earth Angels Stumbling along life's path inexorably linked by hand and shoulder, history, holding the end of the stick of the one who precedes us. Hollow eyes or closed lids upturned to an invisible heaven, oblivious to their surroundings – until the man in the lead tumbles over the fallen man, downed by the music embedded in the rock, arms flung out in ecstasy, making an angel in the dirt. Betsy Mars Betsy Mars is a poet, educator, and avid mother, art lover of all genres, animal afficionado, and traveler. Her writing has recently appeared in The Rise Up Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Writing In A Woman's Voice, and others. She is compiling a semi-random collection of poetry and photos which can be found at https://www.facebook.com/marsbitsandpieces/
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January 2023
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