Gidget Meets Gonzo (for HST and Sandra Dee)

Gidget meets Gonzo
in the great beyond.

She pulls on the bourbon
while he ponders the surf.

He reloads and she drops to the blanket
on her belly.

That wave he once spotted breaking out West
is the wave she once rode all the way home.

The countries they lived in
looked the same from some angles.

The countries they lived in
get confused all the time.

Gonzo meets Gidget and the sun goes down.
They’ll be starting a fire after dark.

They will keep warm together under the glorious
American sky, stars, satellites, planets, planes.

He’ll pull on the bourbon. She’ll pull on a sweatshirt.
He’ll tell stories she won’t want to understand, and she will do the same.

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