I was young once, and bitter...

who do you think you are orange moon?
it's not enough the tides dance for you?
and scarecrow's shadow's still true to form--fills
pilgrims' horn--
many Thanks consumed!
while i waited for the leaves of Autumn
you pilfered her heart like pirates' boon.

what are you staring at cruel moon?
haven't you anything better to do?
shining knight half-crazed on poets' praise--bright
light upraised
like a peacock plumed;
while she floated down ten leagues to bottom
you severed her smile from my heart's tune.