though the exclamation mark got lost behind Euchre

The dog and I find a black plastic letter N
in the field by the Methodist church.
My town is so small (How small?)
so small I don’t have to wonder,
but know exactly where it belongs.
On Main Street, the sign board outside the VFW hall
reminds us about Saturday’s Euchre tournament—
though the sign doesn’t use the word tournament
because there is only the one N left in the set
and they used it on the top line which, all week, has read
Go Ukrai e!
So, finally, here it is.
Something I can fix.

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