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.
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Sunshine and shadow
point fingers
woodsy sculpture.
…
Komodo dragon
stretches
seating for one.
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Fountains shower
mist
poet smiles.
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Contemplate genius
living art
by design.
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Meditate on
mastery
of rock, water
wood, sky
…
Alice
drinks spiked tea
with Mad Hatter.
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