A day late...

and a dollar short:

Poems for election day, via the New York Times, by some of the country's leading poets.

From John Ashbery (a tiny excerpt):
The old mule delivers the goods.
Nugatory diddlings are on the decline.
Stateliness has its day.

JD McClatchy may be a bit more literal with his (also an excerpt):
The older couples had voted just after dawn,
And by noon the exit polls are underway.
Some talking head opines in San Jose.
My poster is mute and silent on the lawn.

Three more at the Times.