“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,
I’ll feel the poem forever.