07-13-2015, 11:34 PM
This poem has been haunting me as I go about my day (in a good way), like a song that get stuck in your head. It has been nagging at me that I was wrong about the end needing anything else. As it turns and turns in my mind I find I like it stopped right there like that. It bothered me at first probably because I like happy endings. Also, it almost reads like song lyrics. I wish I knew the melody.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara