Thinking of Geoff -
How I first saw him -
At some party with Rich, one young summer -
Wearing a flying jacket -
Not dancing -
Even then, that air of louche melancholy -
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Later, reading the diary he kept of his travels -
The words he scrawled -
Pages still scented by the bidis he smoked -
The rides hitched with the American girl -
The months in Tehran -
The stony fields -
The tea house gardens in seared villages -
The kisses of the tribesman near Kandahar -
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