His eyes are sloped
and sad gray blue.
He looks away
in situ frameless.
I see a field.
I leave the field.
I sip the broken.
I repair the yield.
Does he look upon me
here. Does he ask
for love. Does he
replay the field.
How can he revive.
How can he not
slide away. How
can he be still here
Sheila E. Murphy. Appeared in Fortnightly Review, Poetry, Hanging Loose, others. Forthcoming: Escritoire (Lavender Ink). 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).
Her Wikipedia page can be found at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_Murphy