Saturday, January 8, 2022

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


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