Oh This Route―Not 66

Oh This Route―Not 66

by B.E. Kahn

B.E.Kahn_On This Route

A chauffeured Jaguar, white, awaits.

For now I tend my own modest rose.

Poems at the door, early, late, gather.

A dream ladder climbs. Ten wishes rise.


The plain open road of life

crosses this country. Green hills shelter

song-filled home, walls all red and gold.

Sky windows


into my prayers. Two soft chairs

tea cups, tango moon, garden path.

A Pushcart Prize nominee, recipient of a CBE, Pew funded grant & other prizes; author of three chapbooks, the latest, Nightspark: The Zoe Poems. She has led poetry groups: interfaith, women’s, various others.  Her work appears in many fine reviews. (Visit www.bekahn.com)