"The Salley Gardens."
And this one is based on a Yeats poem, a love poem.
We listened to the Celtic station while we exercise.
Today, they are playing
That beautiful late Yeats song, "Down by the Salley Gardens."
Again, he pauses in his push ups.
He says he doesn't care how often they play it.
He still loves it.
His eyes are wet as the grass.
I like that blur.