After Turner
View on the lake:
a town at the foot of mountains surrounds the lake.
Brush drawing in grey wash and graphite.
The fog changes with the heat
like the copy of a watercolour,
(the original an unidentified piece)
like morning breath in winter
or the resemblance of a simile
Como
not comparison but question
cómo
the lake between the peaks,
a puddle of malty hops.
There is another, smaller, version
up north next to a pretentious franchise bar
a distant echo from that evening
in the Adelphi on the Strand.
