The Embassy and Chancery of the Republic of
something unfamiliar
occupied two houses:
one, distinctively narrow,
its first floor all garage;
the other, also narrow, with
no distinguishing features.

A blistered white Impala wagon
sat crooked in the driveway;
the shrubbery was dying;
someone had left a
hose
in tangles on the lawn.

Above the door there was a crest.

--Robert Winter, 1974