The Offerings

so the sky opened and the streets filled with empty cans and papers leaflets and videotapes old radio songs drifted downward and photographs of the dead and antique toys and old almanacs piled together in the alleys and on the sidewalks

and people drove by in their late model cars and ogled at the vintage debris that had fallen thousands of tons

sleek aerodynamic sport cars white, red and metallic blue opened their low trunks and deposited the old song books and calendars, baseball cards and am radios and tweed coats all carefully folded into trunks of slim cars with slim, clear skinned drivers, male and female with dark glasses

and the air was cool the sky cloudless the sun distant and the streets cleaned of junk piled into rows