Written for OLWG#189
He got in from GA on the evening of the 5th,
took a costly, but shabby room in Chinatown.
It afforded a short walk to the Capitol. He paid cash,
and walked it twice that night.
The first time, down 6th
the second time, 7th
left on Pennsylvania for a little less than half a mile.
He had to find his way to the Grant Memorial
his designated rendezvous point.
Alone, that evening, at Oyamel he
rehearsed the plan, in his head, for the next day
over and over again;
he thought that it might work. Even if not, what’d he care, he had been paid well.
This week’s prompts were:
- wind carries both the bad news and the good
- bury them naked