Landscape Painting

I’m a beer or three in

When I start 

To mow the lawn.

To keep things interesting

I take off my shoes

And feel the cool soft 

Verdant grass.

“You’re history!”

I say to the blades.

I start off 

In a straight line 

Along the property’s edge

And upon making a left

At the corner

I decide to get creative.

I turn up the music in my head

And dance barefoot across the open paddock

Loosely sweeping the mower

In fluid abstract manuevers

Not worrying if I cross the same path twice.

It takes longer than normal

But I’m pleased with the results

As I make progress

Not giving a fuck

What the neighbor 

Washing his AUDI

While carefully observing me

Indirectly

Out of the corner of his eye

Thinks.