funny poem

but i cannot read you now
along the banks
green afternoon serene and bright
friend, whose smile has come to be
i loved a woman
i expect you
daughters of time
let us pity those who are better off than we are
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
shades of night were falling fast
there by the window in the old house
in all things not spoken of
winged shadows sweeping by