My Ballot

Most Saturdays I wake away from here
and spend the morning with my beautiful
companion – 3 years old and ever dear –
but he’s away this weekend with his folks.
I’ve time to exercise and persevere
at poetry, except I have a task
demanding I, in this election year,
use ink of blue or black in dutiful
selected ovals, voting clean and clear.

(Magic 9)

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