Pale Green Things

got up before dawn went down to the racetrack. riding with the windows down shortly after your first heart attack. you parked behind the paddock, cracking asphalt underfoot, coming up through the cracks pale green things pale green things we watched the horses run their workouts. you held your stopwatch in your left hand and a racing form beneath your arm, casting your gaze way out to no man's land. sometimes I'll meet you out there lonely and frightened. flicking my tongue out at the wet leaves pale green things pale green things my sister called at three a.m. just last december. she told me how you'd died at last, at last and that morning at the race track was one thing I remembered. I turned it over in my mind like a living chinese finger trap. seaweed and indiana sawgrass pale green things pale green things --- Pale Green Things - The Mountain Goats