Sam wouldn't harvest to the edge of fields
to monetize more fertile property
and profit his last will and testament.
He looked outside at omnivorous men,
collecting snap peas and carrots at dusk,
taking perhaps what the government gave
before they took all they could from others
"Or maybe they didn't," he said.
"There are no coupons for fresh vegetables,"
Sam was thinking maybe to God
he thought existed, maybe not.
He warmed his farm feet before the fire
and took off socks to darn tomorrow.