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Speakeasy
Steadiness
shaky knees
Strumming evenly
snapping strings
Solid I’m your rock
splitting from beneath
Stable on my feet
stumbling clumsily
Smooth I’m going down
summers rum running
Speaking easily
stuttering
Safe in your arms
strangled to sleep
I likw how the thirteenth
I likw how the thirteenth line seems to stabilize the poem's process only for the last line to disrupt it so dramatically.
Starward