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OH THIS ROUTE–NOT 66.........................................................................................................................B.E. KAHN
Oh This Route–Not 66
Poem by B.E. Kahn
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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.
