Inhale,
while passing a flowering cherry,
deeply – trying
deliberately to smell.
Try harder (short of nose to
blossom contact). Chances are
you smell nothing – nothing beyond
the air that passes for nothing.
Then tomorrow,
or the day after,
find yourself again passing,
lost in whatever it is
humans think.
Unlooked for,
in your breath appears the scent
of unmade cherries,
pink opal maidens
ready for the bee.