A Question of Months
Every season has its simple vision It’s a woodpecker
when the head moves Pears ripen in dishwasher steam
The fence on the swampy part falls you can walk on it
Broken tail light painted red Roof you can jump from
Tape painted over To treat exclusively the incurable
This opens the mouth from inside
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I outlived memoir It’s like angels’ obsession with flight
It’s all flight to angels Hit the roots against the shed
and that was that Onion grass and ice in the river
it also is I meditate when nothing else will do
Been meditating more Petals mistaken for rocks falling
I heard the falling sound and ran and turned
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Zach Savich is the author of eight books of poetry and prose, including Daybed (Black Ocean, 2018). Recent work has appeared in A Dozen Nothing, Always Crashing, Full Stop, andthe Georgia Review. He teaches at the Cleveland Institute of Art.