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.