The Golden Kitchen

By Quatarious Lee

I’m in the kitchen

Eating pancakes with syrup

Dripping down from the

Plate quickly like a cold

Glass of Kool-aid into a cup

I’m drinking Sunny D

Then I spill it across

The table onto the

Floor like a waterfall

Coming down through

Japan  me rushing

Back to go check up on

My pancakes and they

Are blacker than charcoal

With steam flying across

The Golden Kitchen

Like birds in the Spring

            Sky