I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Scenes from a Commute, election day edition


6:45am, and there's a line. There's never a line (or at least never when I've voted). I actually had to wait 5 minutes to get a booth. But, on the plus side, we had 2 new poll workers who looked to be in their twenties. Thanks for volunteering. No one hanging outside, no poll watchers inside. But then my village is majority white, so we're not one of "those" communities as some idiot put it.



No cell phone usage permitted in polling place. So back in the car. Duty done. Now comes the hard work.



Edit forgot to mention, I cast the 30th vote at my polling place. In many elections, that's how many vote the entire day.

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