Zach Savich
Thrush-Throated Song
Tell me the one about again.
I can stare if you're speaking.
In "the world awaits you" the subject
is the world. Again, a mendicant,
seeking the way, begs off
across the way. Bows down
for a count. Dawn draws its draw-
strings in. Again, to sway.
To sway you, here is a fountain
boxed in winter so no snow mars
its jets. Behind my house
here is a barn much larger than
my house, its door
torn open like your letter, love.
Dew on the snow, steams. Cheekline
backlit. As everything made an example of.
“Mobile made of parts of cloud.”
“Suicide note on marquee of abandoned cinema.”
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