MY LITTLE CAR MUST THINK IT QUEER, I DIDN'T VOTE...

" The Road to the Early Voting Location Not Taken " 

(With apologies to Robert Frost , from Reader Number Three, who has noticed that voting is no longer at his usual place, the Central Library. Newspaper reports indicate that partly as a result of the removal of these two public libraries as voting sites, there have only been 98 votes cast district wide where that many would have been cast at the Central Library site alone in one day. )

Two roads diverged in a Valley city, 

And sorry I could not travel the one I usually followed 

And be an early voter, long I parked

 And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it curved around a bend; 

Then took the other, just as fair 

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it wasn't potholed like moon craters; 

Though as for the passing there 

Had ripped the shit out of them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay 

With pavement no crew had resurfaced black. 

Oh, I kept the first for another election day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

I doubted it if I ever should come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a Valley City, 

And I - I'll take the one less traveled by, 

But if I can't find the fucking voting place I can't make any difference.