Chickory and Queen Anne’s Lace wave

from the wild summer side

of many a western way.

In delicate

blue and white frocks,

they traipse

block after block,

set up shop

in lot after lot.

They follow me

from Wheaton to Whitewater,

from 4 to 44,

with intermittent stops in

Chicago, Champaign,

Carbondale, Kansas City, Seattle,

and back again,

from wherever I wander

to all the way home.

-DMN