Omen

i see it

hidden in loose thread
sweaters unravelling dried
glue beneath faded wall
paper and cat hair
on black pants it's etched
in ringed cross

sections of trees the spray 

of satellite droplets
splash spilled soup 

patterns and scratch of 

dried tip on sketch 
surge between these
heart beats flash
of color behind
eyelids closed against
sun silence before 

breath passes larynx