the seeds you bury

shoeless,
not hardly.
without food,
quite
the contrary.
water and shelter.
whiskey
too. there are
no needs
you truly long
for or go
without for
very long, and
yet you plow
the field each day
as if
the sun won't
ever come up
again, and the
rain won't
press wet lips
upon the seeds
you bury.