Can you see him? The man on the horse.I can’t. I see through him. A white manOn a horseIn a fieldOf whiteness. In my country he’d be blueThis white manOn a horseIn a field of whiteness.He’d look down from his horseAt the few shades of brownIn a field of whitenessWhat would be in his eyes?WouldContinue reading “Policeman on a White Horse”