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dreams.

Hafiz told me
he'd always dreamt
of giving up driving his bus
round Kentish Town
one day,
and returning to Egypt
to run a little gift shop
in an old bazaar.

he wanted to watch
the sun go down,
with a coffee & a cheroot
in a cafe by the Nile.

I met him,
almost by chance,
in Cairo
one day,
shutting up shop
& he turned to me & smiled,
unsurprised,
and said
“come, my friend,
let’s have a coffee”.