One of those huge small pleasures (treasures)

Oh how I do delight
In that proud unruly invasive bush
First it was green against
The faded painted ugly
Expanse of the concrete fence
And now it's blossommed with Indian Summer
Daisies? Marigolds? Buttercups?
I grab and lace in my hair
(They never last long there)
And oh when I go walking
Back down the long day
And rub my fingers instinctively on the leaves
The smell on my tips is sweet, just sweet.