Topic: How about a little more prose and a little less politics ? (need more poets on POP)
How about a little more prose and a little less politics ? (need more poets on POP)
Utilizing the bonus voting hour
so patriotically offered me by employer,
due to mandate, I head to the
neighborhood high school, emptied of
its usual swarm of hormonal bodies.
Approaching the zone, I’m offered
a pamphlet here, a bumper sticker there while
an in-your-face –but-behind-the-line
political enthusiast flings upon my sorry memory
one last name for recognition and retrieval.
Following the red Vote Here arrows I enter.
School security officers chat away
in the corner of the entry, exonerated
from metal detection duty on this visit of the free
and the brave and the haven’t been incarcerated
in the last ten years crowd. This used to be a party.
the coffee cake was next to the punch bowl and
the conversation was school board politics
and turn out numbers. The democratic and the
dedicated used to man and woman registration
with smiles and Please let me help yous.
This year, there was no party and folks looked
a little hungrier for it. The role of registrant
appeared altered in status from volunteer to in
need of job. And that’s another reason we’re
lining up at the booths. Leaving the A – D line.
I am warmed that the neighbor directing me
to my booth shared a language barrier with me.
Not knowing what she said, I still locate a booth.
Peeking around, I find a mini golf scoring pencil
to fill in those ample ovals next to the names
of future’s hopefuls, some of which I had researched
or at least googled. Ballot in slot, striding toward
the exit, I smile. I have always loved stickers.
I reach for I Voted Today. Looking again,
I grab He Votado Hoy and pat it on my shirt.