sniffing the scent of a literary flower

I read
in a book
about a flower
with a perfume
as strong
as summer

and though I searched
through pages
by the score

and sniffed

at all the tomes
in all the libraries

and their
shelves

yellowed stacks
of first editions

I sniffed
yes
but never smelled
the flower
that I once read
described

the scent
of summer

~

Poem #582 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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