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The Dreamer Drunk on Van Gogh and the Dairyman’s Daughter

At this moment the stars wheel
overhead. They churn in the silver mill
of the milky way and are spilled out
as butter, huge and still warm globs of it.
In mesas and in deserts, los lovers lie
on the hoods of cars, entranced by this dairy-bright sky.
They drink tequila or gin
and dream they’re in Wisconsin.
Already passion slurs its mighty speech
as it rides on the froth of the cosmos as it whirls out of reach.