Where we stood scared across the highwayfrom the drawn-down lake, my friendhad seen ghosts stepping out of firs. “Bad placeto camp,” you’d said. Told us it was my fly rodthat made you pull over. “Those cliffs are whereall the kids jumped to escape. In the old time. Whenthat lake was still a river.” New little fires on the endsof cedars, you said your son was…
Three Poems by Safa Hijazi
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Everything I know about music I learned from Jimmy Ray Casey. He had a perm, and a mustache, and wore cut-off jeans just like Daisy Duke. It was the British Motor Repair that brought us Jimmy Ray. My daddy ordered all the parts for his shop from a place in Birmingham back when you had to call them up on the phone and then pay…