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