horses

are drinking at the riverbank

They drink at their own pace, some up
Some down

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 setting slowly
          A man watches, without blinking
     How a river disappears into the night
Held in the mouths of three