Once I Smelled a Flower

I do not smell flowers well.
My olfactory bulbs have a mind of their own,
And do not discriminate in the approved manner.  
I cannot tell an orchid from a common wild flower,
Nor recognize a rose without a visual cue.  
Neither knowledge not pleasure is ignited 
By a sniff,
Nor by many sniffs,
Except sometimes 
Whimsically.  
Once I did smell a flower. 
It was yellow.
It was lovely. 
That was before I knew 
That it was a thing to be accomplished.