we knock on doors in the night
clipboard in hand, fingers clutched around a blue highlighter.
who will answer the door, what mood, a smile or a frown,
a slam, a NO, an appreciation, we don't know until
the moment
the door opens and someone appears
we check the appropriate boxes and hope our
guy will win in four days, for four more years.
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