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// keith leonard

Why do the doctors call it that? Maybe

it's literal: a waiting room prior to departure.

If so, the terminal must be opulent:

cathedral ceilinged and brass clocked,

the trains coming swift, the windows

vibrating almost melodically. Even the benches

are swept clean. The terminal smells like a theory.

It is evening. It is morning.

A train whistles, but that is not your train.