I will arise and go now,
and go to Innisfree.
W.B. Yeats, “The Isle of Innisfree” (1888)
Innisfree Gardens
August’s golden dawn
whispers
Innisfree, park you pay.
Cup Garden
fills tranquil
to brim.
Sunshine and shadow
point fingers
woodsy sculpture.
Komodo dragon
stretches
seating for one.
Fountains shower
mist
poet smiles.
Contemplate genius
living art
by design.
Meditate on
mastery
of rock, water
wood, sky
Alice
drinks spiked tea
with Mad Hatter.
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