情書love note七

Northbound on interstate 5, blowing past:

Encinitas Blvd,

freckles scattered,

like a million burning stars,

have settled across the bridge of your nose.

Soft like dewdrops,

weighing down the plumeria leaf,

from your back garden,

Leucadia Blvd,

that forms the sweet liquid funneling down the midrib.

w(h)etting the center of my tongue.

— La Costa Ave