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Ben Humphrey

Ann's August Moon

We sat, waited, then shared the rising full moon over the Sangre de Cristo. Successful in business, a caregiver to the elderly, a friend of many, she was admired for these outward attributes. All this brought into balance with an inward reality, an abused childhood, alcoholism and a divorce. Light flooded our bench, she smiled but ...

in her tears
the moist star revealed,
the waters run deep