It was the summer of scent, yarrow and mint
How could I forget the slight still scent of blue vervain or common plantain?
I learned to know the names they'd been called years ago
Flowering mullein, Harbinger of Spring

In the heat, the air lay heavy on the street
Sweating with smoke, lilac, and gasoline
What are you looking for? Something you've never even seen
Better to know all those weeds that ever will grow beneath your feet