|An American voting booth. Photo from the U at Buffalo (2009)|
Harried and hot, she finally entered
the voting booth and quickly pressed levers
for her choices. She paused before the last
lever that entered her vote.
How long she had waited to arrive! Not just
the lines today, but photo ID and proof of
residence, citizenship test and English
classes after years of exile and insecurity.
She placed one tired hand on the cold
machine’s grey edge and she sighed,
inhaled and sighed again, a moment’s
peace before her next move--
A voice penetrated her privacy:
“Any problems, Ma’am?” spoken kindly
but urgently outside the closed curtains.
“No,” she replied, and pushed the last lever--
“Clunk” registered her free vote and opened
the curtains simultaneously. She noted
the levers were back in their upright positions.
She turned tall and graceful to make her exit.
For my prompt at Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage
Revised for Marge Piercy May 2017
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast