Curious Rose (2003) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

Walking along a sidewalk.
Not just any block.
The area of this street had something else.
There were an abundance of flowers
Looking close at the rosebushes,
an aroma of scented pedals.
I couldn't find the smell.
I know what it was I could tell.
Near the roots of the flower,
there was a rose,
As if almost covered by a rock.
This rose in pink made me think.
A nice day after morning showers,
hidden under a stone that I happened to discover
had made my day by presenting it to my lover.