Pale Green Things

got up before dawnwent down to the racetrack.riding with the windows downshortly after your first heart attack.you parked behind the paddock,cracking asphalt underfoot,coming up through the crackspale green thingspale green thingswe watched the horses run their workouts.you held your stopwatch in your left handand a racing form beneath your arm,casting your gaze way out to no man's land.sometimes

I'll meet you out therelonely and frightened.flicking my tongue out at the wet leavespale green thingspale green thingsmy sister called at three a.m.just last december.she told me how you'd died at last, at lastand that morning at the race track was one thing

I remembered.

I turned it over in my mindlike a living chinese finger trap.sea**** and indiana sawgrasspale green thingspale green things