Big Sur

L.S. Klatt

Let's take a Vespa to the beach; let's
not get killed. Our lives are mirrors,

adjust your mirrors, let's not get
killed. The sun goes over a cliff,

head over heels. We motor away, switch
back. Us versus the sun, vice versa,

we're golden. Let's take a Vespa
to the beach; let's not get killed.