What drugs had we taken, young Vincent and I,
when painting our oils all over the sky.
My clouds dancing turquoise and tangerine swirls,
the lilac reflections on mountain snowflakes
and mirroring faces in amethyst lakes,
pink pie-shaped rooves and deep green forest breaks
all swirling like snakes and young ballet girls.

But Vincent drew nighttime as starlight awakes

			31 March 2024