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,