bedroom apartment
backed up
to the woods, and beyond
the woods
was the racetrack.
the bloom of lights
in the trees.
i could hear
the races called at night
when i opened
the windows.
i could smell
the dung of the horses,
the hay,
hear the bellow
of the crowd, winners,
losers.
i'd lie in bed
with my love, her skin
as white
as stars,
her eyes as blue
as sapphires.
we'd make love until
there was no
more love to give.
eventually i moved,
i took
most of it with me,
though sadly, not her.
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