2006-05-16 19:26:55

I’ve often wondered if

Through my life I have

in any small way changed

someone.

The answer oddly came

One afternoon while

cooking packaged noodles

for lunch.

Adding spice to the broth

changes not noodles,

only the water that

they’re in.

But when I raised the fork

to my waiting lips

the noodles repeated

the name

Of the flavoring I

had seen fit for me

to contribute. I have

never

Changed someone’s life. But when

they leave my broth. I

know that they will carry

my taste.

tags: flavor, ramen
categories: Poetry, Writing
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