Gatsby was a
little car
Who
reflected the golden age,
When F.
Scott Fitzgerald made,
Mercedes
Gazelles, and the good life
All the
rage.
Built by a
loving husband,
For a
beloved teacher, his wife…
Gatsby drove
through decades of parades,
A symbol of
celebration, now famous
And larger
than life.
Not immune
from time and changes,
Gatsby was
offered up for sale.
We said
goodbye to the owners,
And the
little landmark car, now Jonah,
Swallowed by
the whale.
Dedicated to Trudy J. Sundberg
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