"Hay Bale" (A tribute to John Keats and his poem, "To Autumn").
A tribute to John Keats and ‘To Autumn’
Layer upon layer – connected but random,
The fruits and the gleanings of sweat and abandon,
Compressed in a hay bale our sensual meanderings,
Your youth and your words and my old handed philanderings.
‘Writ in water’, your name has ne’er been!
Indeed – the romance flows on – forever it seems!