I wonder why and how cicadas sing in unison as they do
their loud hum rising and falling as it does almost
as one, as if led by a tuxedo-wearing conductor
a flash mob of them hidden in their various perches
in tree and shrub joining their voices in chorus.
I wonder too whether I will notice their
closing performance before autumn falls
whether there is an actual last day and if so when
it might be and finally whether or not I will
ever stop my wondering and if so why.