Drop Off

The ballot done, I sealed the envelope.
I signed the designated line with care.
And feeling less like some old misanthrope,
I sought a way to move it, safe, to where
it will be tallied. I had time to spare
and could have mailed it, but we drove to court
and handed it to tongs. It seemed as fair
as masks we wear, exciting like a sport.


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