Iowa Omen
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.
Diane Frank
published in Swan
Light