THE MAN ON THE BLUE HORSE

After a walk in the park, 
we came to a place

of monuments and statues 
and the tombstone 
of a man on a blue horse; 
and in the dark 
she took me aside and asked me 

to call her later. 
But when I did she 
pretended to be 
someone else, 
as if I ever knew 
who she was 
or what it was she wanted.