Wind Chime Monogamy

she was in love with the wind
she’d linger on the porch
waiting for the morning breeze
to waft through her being

everyday her lover would come
embracing her
moving through her
pulling song from within her

her lover’s love
made her feel alive
until one dark evening
when another was hung beside her

she’d never before been jealous
never considered herself competitive
doesn’t now, if you’d ask her
but she most certainly was

the other’s song sounded sweeter
seemed to get more of her lover
seemed to have somehow robbed her
of the source of all her beauty

to suggest they sing together
to hint she could share the wind
was worse than cutting her string
and tossing her into the yard to rust

she would rather die
as discarded scrap metal
than to hang here another day
sharing her lover with another



I stepped into the echo and reverberated off every wall, diminishing with each reiteration until nothing remained but a whisper.