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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