a pocketful of hay

Remember that huge coat 
you wore that day, walking out 
in the pumpkin fields? You'd stuffed
one pocket with sweet, damp hay -
amazing how much one pocket 
yields. 'Cause I kept saying "hey,"
most all of my life, and you'd
socked a supply just to whip 
it out! To give me each time. 
But I didn't say "hey."
I stopped saying hey
that day. Never mind.