Three Horses Drink Water at the Riverbank

One white, one red, one black
                  Three horses are drinking at the riverbank

                                                           up
They drink at their own pace, some           So
                                                                        me     do
                                                                                      wn

Sometimes their heads reach the river
    At the same time
         As if a river were flowing
Out of their           mouths
As their minds         flow from the river source
Still innocent        , clear, undisturbed
The sun is set        ting slowly
A man watches,          without blinking

How a river disappears into the night
Held in the mouths of three horses