Purgatory, proverbial

A thousand tapping feet
in purgatory, proverbial
color and tone familiar
to a small-town
Amtrak station

waiting for
resolution, crisp
like drawing-room
mysteries, the kind
that clutter up old women’s
shelves, whip-smart
despite the gathering dust.

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