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
the
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