At the Auction
the cars park in a field out back
where people walk uphill to the auction
a yard full nick-nacks this and that
an old house full of old things
a woman in the corner
giggles on an organ
an old man climbs in a closet
to look for old jewelry
a younger lady has hidden
the boxes of quilts
I stand watching them
and feel cool air float down from the vent
the auctioneer shuffles in with his microphone
clicks a button adjusts a knob
and points the speaker forward
