Willing ass

Hope is  fistful of black bird
Which comes back to  sleep
On a clothesline every night,

Which shivers before flower
Sucks small left over honey,
Which is  child in a waiting

Knowing a shadow behind
Yet thinks it does not exist
Making willing ass of itself.

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