Three hawks fly south
as your voice trembles
across the great plains. Fields of sleeping cows
a gentleness in the land. Here is the omen:
Sky splashed with aurora,
blue stars, curtains of light. The letters are gold
on red silk –
Japanese calligraphy. If I had the right kind of ink
I'd write them
on your skin.
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DIANE FRANK IS A POET, NOVELIST, and Chief Editor of Blue Light Press. She lives in San Francisco – where she dances, plays cello, and creates her life as an art form. Swan Light, her new book of poems, has just gone to press, and her second novel will be published in October. Diane teaches at SF State, Dominican University, leads workshops for young writers as a Poet in the School, and directs the Blue Light Press On-line Poetry Workshop. .
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