Broth

by Sheila E. Murphy

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It rains. Thin moon

parses scant day-
light. Is there enough
broth?

Outside on windows 
and windshields wet
silvery blades.

How might this gray
teach me what is
behind closed eyes?

Past sleep, 
I sip the broth
you made. Warm 

as darkness. 

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A Pushcart-nominated poet, Sheila E. Murphy’s recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Lana Turner, Poetry Bay, Cherry Road Review, Word for Word, and others. Most recent book publications: Escritoire (Lavender Ink, 2025), Permission to Relax (BlazeVOX Books, 2023). Gertrude Stein Poetry Award for Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Hay(ha)ku Book Prize for Reporting Live From You Know Where (Meritage Press, 2018). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Her Wikipedia page can be found at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_Murphy

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