Came across this in a collection of poems I was reading because a reviewin a free newspaper stuffed under the door in my hotel room in Northern Ontario made me feel like I had to immediately get my hands on a copy of this collection. Which I did. And it's making me very happy. For Election Day, from Joshua Mehigan: The Polling Place Same place as four years ago. The people arrive tired by daytime. Nighttime is ten after five. The flag is lit, and the sculpture of who knows who. Here’s the fire