Three Horses
Drink Water
at the Riverbank

white, red, black

horses are drinking
at the riverbank

They drink at their own pace,

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, undisturbed

The sun is set ting slowly

How a river disappears into the night

in the mouths of