"Short One"

I’m thinking of a poem
the wind blew away
you can still find the words
in every dictionary
the plot in every love song
the gist on every tombstone
I’m grateful that the wind
blew the lines away
circulated them round the world
made communication
simpler
did you hear the wind howl this morning?
what did it say?
it was not one, but at least a million
simultaneously whispered poems
that made all this noise
and you say poets are seldom heard
in this city, and I thought
I lost a poem