A Poem: Turner's Watercolors
The second of the short poems I wrote in my notebook while at the Turner exhibit on Monday. In this poem, I take the reader with me as I walk along the gallery, first looking at the wall immediately to the left as a viewer enters the room, then walking along the wall to the next, where the paintings of Venice were hung.
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