OctPoWriMo 19

You could tell by the traffic patterns
That people were unaccustomed to driving
In this town on a golden autumn day
Down the busiest street looking for a parking spot
To join the line outside the courthouse
And place their ballots in the appropriate boxes
Or sign their name to say they exist in this area
Apparently they drove the length of the county
Because at the drop box closest to their residence
The lines were so long they could not join them
Meanwhile in another part of the republic
The court barely allowed these votes to be counted
But because of the continuing legislative session
Which is going on even if you don’t pay attention
It might soon have gone another way who knows
My spouse voted then we walked around the graveyard

By Joshua Keiter

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