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(in memory, Rob Newcombe)

A man can only
find himself when lost.
Such country, this,
where all men are lonely:
plateau, hawk and rivermist:

country where a man at last
might lose himself, an end of talk;
find that gaunt-faced other
man who stalks these ridges:
plateau, rivermist and hawk:

no longer keeping eye
for crumbling edges,
lovers or the weather.
Listening, rather, to the river:
hawk and high plateau,
rivermist below.