Product of the land-sea war,

I arise in gaps of gravity

to force your fearful fences,

open new possibilities


push bluebottles across oceans,

clouds across the tablecloth sky,

caterpillar my combs of air

over the light hair of wheat


where a woman waits for years

at the field’s edge

for her soldier spouse.

There he is: now


for a lark I’ll lift

his dark blotched cap.


[published in my ‘The Knee Monologues and Other Poems’, 2009, Picaro Press, PO Box 853, Warners Bay 2282, Australia, $5]


~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on November 1, 2009.

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