Just a few pieces of wood

   When I go walking in Manhattan I see the wealthy, older women out on the street in their fine, expensive clothes.  It is not their fault, really.  Still, they should leave their poodles at home and drive up into the hills for a bit.  Meet their sisters.  Move a few pieces of wood from the porch to the bin in the dining room, next to the wood stove.  Just a few.