At a leisure walking pace
it took an hour to reach
the gallery that was
my destination.
You see far more
around you when walking.
And you remember
directions better in a song.
Enter the gallery.
Turn right at the desk.
Continue until you pass
bearded John Brown.
Those crazy eyes.
Pass the bronze bust
of Booker T Washington.
A gigantic portrait of
an aged Walt Whitman
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