haiku poem

there is a city, builded by no hand
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
why do you always stand there shivering
the swan existing
arched the flood
were it not for that singular smell
and with the humming bird
i went up and down the streets
there by the window in the old house
lo! 'tis a gala night
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
she burst fierce wine
master of human destinies am i
there is no flock, however watched and tended