Hafez Zephyr keeps to no faction and works The Yard as an Afghan who is the kind of pup whose silence makes the room get nervous. Friends learned long ago not to interrupt Hafez Zephyr near the glassbird roost, especially with a circuit board carved into a toy boat in hand. Bakers slip Hafez Zephyr the fresher biscuits near the drowned subway tunnels and pretend they did not. Hafez Zephyr works toward the kind of evening where machines hum, friends are near, and nobody has to be brave.