In a Night Office (after Edward Hopper)

Taller than the metal filing cabinet with one drawer open that she stands at

  the sleek brunette in her blue sheath with white lapels, hair in a tight bun, lips a vivid red,

  half turns toward a man faced away from her and seated at a wooden desk beside a window 

  with a blind half up.  Unaware, he reads a document held in both hands.  To his left, night's solid dark
just visible through the window's bottom pane, beyond the building's blonde masonry.

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