The White Horse
Further from the grapevines was the yellow field
there, under the eucalyptus, an all-white horse,
in its sealed snow whiteness, was gazing faraway
at something white, needed, invisible. The shadow
of the horse seemed light-blue on the sunburn grass,
so much so, that the voices of the harvesters took
a light-blue hue with golden stigmata.
Next year, in the summer, in the same spot, as
they dug to create a water well they discovered
three same statues all white like that horse which
vanished one night.
Manolis Aligizakis 