Still Out Back

Hints of warmer days and barbeque dreams filter through the last gasps of winter air cold drinks and late nights soon to be seen through tiny openings of the back door screen I've been knocked down, stained and hammered screwed tight over and over and about to be stripped laid out, measured, broken, rotted and ripped rained on, burnt up and walked upon by lesser men I'm weathered and worn but I'm still alive out back my creaks tell a different story as I sway in the wind inebriated adventures still speak of regretful moments of sin the birds have all used me and I'm barely hanging on Still standing in a spot of your last shooting star wish Waiting for some attention and that first springtime kiss