Hawk On a lemon-leaf day of spring leaf-tender and strong you hung poised on your hawk’s black wings under the mango flesh of the sun. You called my children away Into blue depths of the sky. Oh bring back my joy one day before I grow bitter and die. On a lemon-leaf day of spring so tender and strong you hung high on your hawk’s black wings beneath the mango flesh of the sun. Jeremy Lockhart Nelson   Rice Ancestral ground and rain gestate green blades of it. Un-husked, this grain has heaped its ancient gift on haloed floors. Mountains…