Vanish Together 

My call
to the unbuckling of drums
Your reply
shed and fairly winged
Our tree
humming the song
and inviting the apples to blush
We play
dawn till dusk
in sacred rhythm of the day
I ask that my voice outlast
the weary weight of August
as the light
of real growth or youthful hope
has gone bashful behind our hills
If you must
reap gently September sun
and fall away into another harvest
and we will vanish together
in summer’s last dance
my love
my cicada