Words are touch and go

From across the deep blue
Wave would touch and go.

Fishermen would go in sea
And lived on shore’s night.

They touch to let go liquor
In the tenuous fish mouth.

Their wives cook full goat
In the smoking slum huts.

Word would touch and go,
A poet’s feet on wet sands.

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Statue

Is statue a man pointing finger?
Was the man central to people?

People are sea riding on waves.
There is nothing central to  sea.

Sea is history rising high to sky.
Where does statue finger point?

Statues are not men but things.
Things are not central to a sea.

(recalling John Ashbery’s poem The One Thing That Can Save America)