Andy’s Noir

I haven’t forgotten
this is Andy’s October,

the October of his leaving
with that poem about geese.

And he was wild,
wildly in his head and then

when this took over.
Flights of the unexpected

and dangerously funny,
but he was always good –

the palliative he shared
despite his growing noir.

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