The bottom piece of a wind chime
Swings and sways in the April wind
It twirls and whirls around
in circles
On its long thin chain
pausing to rest
And then taking flight again
It is green and rusty
And the chimes above are rocking slightly
Hardly moving compared to the
twisting diamond of colored tin below
They rock together
in a bunch
Each a different length
all rusted like the other
all surrounding a rusted ring in the center
Which supports them all
