Day 14 – Poetry for Lent

Exhaustion

If you hear a distant boom,
it's my head exploding.
The crack like that of January ice
on a mountain lake
when the sun warms it,
   that was my heart.

My eyes & temples throb
and this pen sputters and
fades like my words and thoughts,
sleep folding out
a new white napkin 
on waiting knees.

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