Pahn has gone back east again
to the capitol
He is in a courtroom
The
judge is Anthony Hopkins
Pahn is annoyed with the proceedings
and expresses his opinion
The judge tells him
that his opinion is not wanted
Pahn says something rude
and steps out
into an opulent room
of colonial furniture
polished
and rounded
Pahn is looking for a stair
He climbs one flight
expecting to go higher
but comes to a dead-end
realizing
that there are only two stories
He returns to the opulent room
to find another passage
He descends
and climbs again
to a hall full of children
and scooters
They are happy
and
noisy
riding in every direction at there play
watched over
by a teacher
The hall leads outside
to the
back grounds
not so
well kept
like a
vacant lot
or waste area
Pahn climbs the hill
and looks
back
beyond the playing children
wondering
at the color and condition
of the White House
green as a pine tree
the old boards warped
He has gotten a job there now
An old man
shows him to his room
They go into the far end
of the house
like
a tenement
the servants quarters
sagging
off
toward
the river
They go onto the roof
Here the old man sets down Pahn’s bags
He tells Pahn
that it will be covered with tarps
to make a
shelter
explaining
that this is where the artists live
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