She said The open air grown labyrinthine
if I exit from this side gate,
leftover containers and gulls
There could’ve been an ocean anywhere, that’s
the kind of weathered
these hours are He said And the motions in the heads of small birds
not looking or to hunt, but
Zach Savich is the author of three books of poetry, including The Firestorm, and a book of prose, Events Film Cannot Withstand. He teaches at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia.