Easy Pickings

A blueberry stand in rural Maine
Sold pints and cakes and pies
But after hours, I discovered
Quite a nice surprise.

A money box was left beneath
A price list; it was filled
With coins and bills. We added ours –
Such honesty instilled!

I thought that such a thing would never
Fly where I reside
And yet today I saw a sight
That couldn’t be denied.

A fruit cart in my neighborhood,
Well-stocked, displayed a sign
Announcing it was “Closed for now;”
No berries could be mine.

No cash box, sure, for after all,
Manhattan isn’t Maine,
But all the fruit was there, a fact
I really can’t explain.

Perhaps it’s just a simple truth
That when we’re met with trust,
We’ll like return the favor
And leave no one left to bust.