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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