Underbelly

Unlocking, 
the silver knife. 
The poetry matters, 
when it is dark. 

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Night, 
has its own secrets, when, 
dew spreads out 
the beadings on grass. 

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Blackbuck was ready 
to shed the antlers. 
Moon was hornless.

Reviews

[Courtney M Watson]

Reads like beat poetry. I love this. Your last stanza is beautiful - great imagery.