What would it be like
to have known the scent
of roses your whole life long
without ever having seen one?
Then how would it be if
one dewy summer morning
towards the end of your years
you found the key to a secret garden,
unlocked the door and there, for the first time,
you saw the blooms, would they come as a shock?
would you be curious or maybe disappointed?
Or would you lean forward, inhale the perfume,
then step back and think to yourself,