Andy continues to fight with diabetes
while I wish he could stand in forests,
watching the tangerine glow from trees
carry across the sunset,
and throw sticks across the river,
watching the wind bounce them off the stones,
casting memories further back
then old age allows.

Andy continues to struggle with dyspraxia
while searching for a new day job,
while I wish he could laugh at life again,
put down the telephone looking for work,
step out of the courtyard,
and follow the sunset past the cricket ground
towards the water reservoir,
twilight blanketing us in cream
instead of other things
pulling his life forward.

(Published at https://dsmag.in/2024/06/28/andy-ns-two-poems/)