Morning

On a cool October morning,
As the sun prepared to rise,
An orange light was scattered
Round the earth into my eyes.

The light had flown toward me
By the way of yonder cloud.
It sang to me a silent hymn,
but nearby noise was loud.

I stood beside my vehicle
Connected by a hose
To a pump that sucked my money
And blew fumes into my nose.

Behind my back the bright full moon
Approached the mountains west.
Before too long I turned to her
And chased her to her rest.