A Small Town Election

by Brian D. Morrison


1.  The Voters Congregate


And when the town

emerges from its wooden


islands, its front doors

locked and boat cars


broaching roads, it must be

a Tuesday. The rush


starts, and all the people

wade their way to city hall,


heads political. The incumbent

or the new whale, who


promises hope. Hook, line,

sinker: heart golden.


Or so they say. The people

will sink their weight


in ballots, in dreams

of more solid ground.


They swear they’ve eaten

the worst they can eat.


How much to throw back,

how much to keep?


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