(cue the Monty Python music) for something completely different. Thought I’d throw one of these out there. It’s an older effort, penned after riding home on the school bus from a tennis match. While the players were doing their teenage thing, the coach was staring out the bus window. I love the night sky.
Late Evening Bus Ride
Along the horizon
a line of gold
stretched beyond the imagination
An indigo hue
floated above
broken by bits of the heavens
A bright crescent
keen against the azure
offers the hope of other luminaries
Chill autumn air
magnifies the celestial entities
making them real
If I could…
If I try…
My fingers might graze a star.
©Beth Anderson
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A self-described forensic junkie, Beth Anderson spends her days shaping young minds to ask critical questions and wonder “whodunit.” Beth resides in the Capital District of New York and spends her free time reading and solving the great mysteries. Her love of swimming, tennis and sports provides the basis for one of the lead characters in her new book The Quarry’s Child. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime (aka Mavens of Mayhem), a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal. Beth continues to instill a love for mystery fiction in her students as she has for over twenty years.
Photo credit: Quinn Mulvey
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