the street hustle

the boys

from Front Royal

are out on the street,

while their Ford F 150,

idles loudly

at the end

of the cul de sac.

they're

selling cords of firewood,

self-chopped,

cut and bundled from

deep in the Virginia woods.

they hustle, red faced,

from door to door,

taking no notice of your

lack of chimney,

oblivious to whether

or not you even

have a fireplace, but

you admire their

capitalistic nature.

it's something you would

have done at that age,

hungry and willing to work.

you still have faith.