Evergreen

‘They are all good’
She says, ever faithful

‘But pick one’ I insist
Handing her my phone 
full of random scribbles
and after-thoughts

Scooped out in clumsy 
handfuls from the 
twisted folds of my brain

I gently reverse out
around the green 
wheelie bin

On our way to her
early morning train

The car hums 
as it pads softly 
past sleepy driveways 
Trapping the waking sun
in its offside mirror

On the long stretch
beneath those 
gnarled branches 
arching across
to hold hands
A soft breeze whispers
to the stirring leaves 

‘Do you not know?’
I wonder,
‘that I write down
only what I steal
from your 
Evergreen Smile 

framed behind 

my ageing eyelids?’