Today, I’m doing whatever I please
so I set up my horses under the trees.
My workpiece is happy, content in the shade –
these perfect conditions I wouldn’t dare trade.
Finish goes on easily. I’m in no rush;
I make slow, deliberate strokes with my brush.
The urethane flows nicely and quickly dries
before it bears witness to footprints of flies.
I’m almost done now and the sun is quite near
so I clean up my brush, then head for a beer.