Exercising the Vote
I’ve voted in a neighbor’s garage, in churches,
a cow barn, laundry, fire station and clubhouse,
for statesmen and scoundrels, for Democrats,
and on rare occasions, a Republican.
I’ve resorted to candidate write-ins,
said YES to two-terms for governors,
taxes for libraries and schools,
and NO to the lottery, marriage as between
one man, one woman, and the proposal
to expand use of eminent domain.
Always, no matter the issue or office,
while standing in line at the polls,
I’ve felt pride, and gratitude, to be participating
with others in our democratic process.
I voted this morning, walked to the mailbox,
cast my ballot and missed that high.
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Mary – So good to read another poem! Your voice certainly comes through loud and strong. Love the places you have voted. Mine are not so exotic. Yes, it seems this time we were more concerned about doing everything right rather than who we were voting for. Great poem!
Captures the weird feeling of elections this time around. It’s almost like we’re not having elections anymore, which is unnerving.
Very good poem
I marked my ballot this morning. Love how your poem captured this strange, singular action. Gives the word absentee a whole new meaning! Good to “hear” your voice!
I miss the little sticker to add to the line of voting proofs looking back at me on the washing machine. There was that strong feeling of a positive action for good–maybe time will help us substitute one for the other.