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words of sinew and muscle

a jaguar's paws and tail hanging down from a branch in front of a clear gray sky

he told me once

     that watching me write

         was like witnessing

a professional athlete

stretching

primed

before a big race


I like to imagine my words like that

      all sinew and muscle

           stretched taut across the page

      with the force of a jaguar

ready to run


a jaguar sprinting, full of focus with a young jaguar and green field in the background


A poem by Amber Byers, 2025


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