The Art of Procrastination
by Philip Ryan Frazier

“Why, I just shake the buildings out of my sleeves.” Frank Lloyd Wright

The wealthy patron paid the price
“Design me a house, Mr. Wright!”
He said with dreamy hopes of a stone-built masterpiece
That would make even his richest friends jealous

The Master Architect had the drawing
All stuffed up in his head
The house would sit
Atop of a lazy running waterfall

Months passed; seasons changed
His nervous apprentice was concerned
But the Master Architect continued to design
Building each room, placing each stone, all in his head

Then one day…

“Mr. Wright, the patron is coming today!”
Without flinch or fret
“Hand me my paper. Hand me my pencil.”
The Master was ready

Pencil hit paper
Line by line, stroke by stroke
The Master took from his head
And gave it to paper and posterity

Like a Da Vinci painting
The Master Architect only need to draw
That which had been designed
In his beautiful mind

The wealthy patron arrived that day
And with tears in his eyes
He looked at The Master
“You’ve created paradise, atop of a lazy waterfall.”