A scene from the palace

No marble figure reaches the lawn before the double-faced coin settles the argument it was struck to lose: a head on both sides, which the Crown Commission dislikes. I have nothing to add to that office besides what my next breath hides. Rewrite that and no law bars marble from this lawn. Which coin? The treasury's own minted in your likeness—front and back. The Speaker's chair needs one fitting claim posted plinth aloud. Forge that, though, and page two starts counting the days until August. During that lag, terms and trials rattle the hinges I favor leaving shut. Or I'll learn how to count again. Once during that lag, the four pages yawned and the Senate lost a seat.