More Horsemen

Ran into a beautiful woman with whom I've minimal acquaintance.

Very bright as well, and very busy. You don't want to "impose."
You'd like to converse, but they're on the phone or texting... busy.
So, after a couple of brief encounters, do you ask her to dinner?

I don't think so; she just took off from the coffeeplace we frequent.
When will I see her again? Do I have to haunt the place? Are you nuts?
From Lithuania. I tried to "relate" insofar as whatever I've gleaned...

that only from reading. And such as Alexander Nevsky. She's seen it!

Suppose it might have been conducive if I'd've remembered her name.
Needed to be reminded. As she was leaving. I'd better not forget.
Told her about reading about all the fights on the plains.
The Steppe through the Ukraine, up Poland to Lithuania.

And one book (the search is on) about a questioned provenance.

Read it a while ago. Gave some history of old Greater Lithuania.

Now much diminished; after the Mongols, the Turks, the Teutons.
Mentioned it to her, before I could find book. Then she was gone.

There's some controversy as to whether Rembrandt painted it -
the alternative being that one of the apprentices in his shop did.
Anyway, of a horsey theme. Something I was thinking of otherwise.
The Paint previously presented reminds me of my Uncle Jack.



He was NYPD Mounted. The stables were in Central Park.
I could always go to Manhattan and count on seeing him.
Posted Midtown mostly... "Where's Times Square?" "You're in it."
He always led the St. Patrick's Day Parade down Fifth Avenue.