sealed with a circle of purple wax
When it was given to her, she slid
the letter (quickly and silently)
into the pocket hidden in
the folds of her dark dress
After chores, she went up the stairs,
closed the door to her bedroom and
moved towards the light of the open
window, took out the wrinkled letter
With head bent, she stood not listening,
behind the green bed curtain, half-drawn,
and read—read and read and re-read
the words, all the words that meant—
Written: Spring 2004
Image: Girl Reading Letter By an Open Window - Johannes Vermeer
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