The Quiet before the Storm

curtains flutter
in the light breeze
like the delicate wings
of a tired
hummingbird

chimes
dance and sing
to the rhythm of
the wind

the toppled chair
in the living room
speaks volumes
its frayed cushion
fallen to the floor
forgotten

a key is turned
in the front door lock

hasty footsteps
on the second floor

the front door opens

the storm is here.

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