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"McCain was incredulous at the sight of Obama, a man he plainly does not respect, striding so assertively across large stages." (The Atlantic, Oct. 2008, pg. 46)
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

On election day
I will walk three blocks to Barnard Elementary.
I will walk a bit slowly.
It will be chilly outside.
I don't know if I will appear assertive
with my head down, leaning into the wind,
wrapping my jacket a little tighter around myself,
wishing I'd brought gloves along.
Maybe I should have driven the car.
I have to be at the dentist by 8:30 a.m.
He's clear across town.

On election day
I will walk three blocks to Barnard Elementary.
I will wait in a longish line.
I will watch as kids begin to filter in,
the early ones playing in the jungle gym,
climbing up it from the inside
to overlook Lewis Ave., the morning traffic
and this longish line of fidgeting adults.

On election day
I will walk three blocks to Barnard Elementary.
And I will vote for our first black president.
And I will hope that racism doesn't throw us off,
that we move forward into that hope he's promised us,
that we get to rebuild a positive connection with the world
and that, as a result,
we no longer have to keep our heads down
and walk into such an angry international blow.

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