The Myth

When you have no one,
Chant poems with the wind.
They don’t have to be
Good ones, just ones liked
By the wind. Who needs

To win? You can’t win.
You can learn the poems
That are so strange now
No one left likes them.
Who thought these were poems?

That’s what the wind likes.
Poems that don’t seem like
What you know poems are,
Poems that don’t do what
You know poems should do.