Poetry About Election

Tape marks a line across the polished floor. Neighbors wait beneath a basketball hoop. A curtain closes around each private choice. Paper and ink become a share of power. By midnight, numbers redraw the public map. Morning asks what we will build from them.

Look again from the quieter edge. Neighbors wait beneath a basketball hoop. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Paper and ink become a share of power. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Morning asks what we will build from them.

Tape marks a line across the polished floor. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. A curtain closes around each private choice. It returns us to ballots, campaigns, public trust, choice, power, participation, and the morning after votes are counted. By midnight, numbers redraw the public map. The day continues with a more attentive heart.