November 4: All For An “I Voted” Sticker

My phone was silent in the falling dusk.

No campaign flyers clogged our daily mail.

No nosy pollsters forced me to be brusque,

As they my doors and worried dogs assail.

The only sign that we have reached the end

Of this incessant, scurrilous campaign:

Long lines of cars the polling sites attend

As hopefuls pray their wait won’t be in vain.

Now precincts certify and bubbly flows

To celebrate or offer consolation

To challengers, incumbents, and all those

Whose efforts irritated all the nation,

I’m equally...