highway

there’s a highway that goes
from your house
to my house
it’s our own highway
with no yellow lines
but blue ones
that spell words like kiss me and hurry home

humungous california poppies
bloom wild and the billboards
are shaped like trees

when i drove by
the other day
i threw a roman apple
through your window
which i thought was open
sorry

i know someday we will live
together and the highway will shrink
into a stream that leaks
into an ocean

which we will waterski on