Three Horses Drink Water at the Riverbank

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 mouths of three horses