She Sees White Horses

In her dreams, she sees white horses.

She looks quite ordinary,
brown hair in braids or a bun
neat dress, sensible shoes.
Cheerful and competent, unremarkable.

In her dreams, she sees white horses.

White horses pass in the street below
and their riders throw roses at the balcony.
But they fall unregarded in the street,
jasmine twines the balcony rail.

In her dreams, she sees white horses.

Always overlooked when present,
her absence created some concern.
Someone else would have to do her job.
But whyever would she go away?

In her dreams, she sees white horses.

When they searched her desk at work,
they found no note, no photographs
no sign of human occupation.
Her apartment smelled... ever so faintly... of jasmine.

In her dreams, she sees white horses.