Kitchenette Building by Gwendolyn Brooks

[Edie Antoinette]

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent", "feeding a wife", "satisfying a man".

But could a dream sent up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms,

Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,
Anticipate a message, let it begin?

We wonder. But not well! not for a minute!
Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now,

We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.

[Edie Antoinette]

To my chagrin--the music player has vanished---again! Good thing I have a back up!!! :) Thanks for coming through Z....and you know me. It isn't right w/out the background music... :(

[ZeroGravity]

I need to be on a porch, hiding from the sun, sweating in my day dream, with a cold glass of lemonade or iced tea listening to this one. Shoodt, sometimes I need a song like this...I do like it.