One white, one red, one black
Three 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