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I think that I shall never smell
a per­fume sweet as aspho­del

or roses in their well-​tilled bed
whose air-​borne pollen fills my head

to over­come my soul’s great shy­ness
while doing dam­age to my sinus.

But that’s a price I gladly pay
for smelling flow­ers every day.

Fools like me can blow their noses,
but only God can give us roses.

(orig­i­nally pub­lished in Light Quar­terly)