As I wrote on tiny words twitter account, this reminds me of Karen's time working in Amsterdam where after an incredibly long day in a small windowless TV editing room, she couldn't wait to smell the freshness of flowers at the Bloemenmarkt, the world's only floating flower.
We forget how vital flowers are, and I can imagine the kiosk as either a pleasant surprise, or a regular stop. Wonderful!
Oh, how wonderful. I have often thought, when I'm walking in the city, that I would love to spend a day at one of the outdoor flower markets, taking photographs and writing poems. Marianne, your haiku has brought deep and abiding joy!