Availability
by Debra Jo Howard
Friday, October 11, 2002
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Availability
Empty windows reveal stockpiles
Vacant vessel of flesh in a
Barren lily field of plucked roots
Dead like dried tears and
Numb is the presence of promises
Obsolete is a love with once bright color
Lonely is the wolf’s howl when
Abandoned for brighter prospects
Isolated bright eyes in crowds blind
Hurt nevermore cried history
Throb like a brand new hit
Marred though not in evidence
Hopeless longing for true correlation
Unpromising linger at contenders
Bleak vision in the eagle’s glance
Confused but sure
De-ranged but all here
Erratically moving while still
Help wanted but refused
Ease solitude without close association
Rally around me but leave me alone
Punish those that bestow and
Reprimand the knowing beneficiary
Chastise ignorant love-glazed lust
Obsessed with finding without looking
Infatuated with healing possibilities
Irresistible is the lure of love
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