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 grimly August sun
and fall away into another harvest
 
and we will vanish together
in summer’s last dance
 
my love
my cicada