“Patios and Poems”

I built them both
from scratch,
 
with junk and stuff
found in the attic and garage.
 
Old wood and words
and concrete conjunctions
 
and verbs and stone
that just don’t rhyme.
 
I sweated hot days,
planned through cooler nights,
sighed with relief,
but felt fulfilled
when both were done.
 
I’ll see the patio everyday,
but
I’ll feel the poem forever.