Ni | Soshite Watashi Wa Ojisan

Late summer. The cicadas were dying one by one. He knelt by the hydrangeas, weeding slowly. Soshite watashi wa ojisan ni — and then, to the older man, I whispered the ending of a story he never finished. He stopped moving. The wind said: so that’s where you’ve been. He said nothing. But his shadow reached out first.

—a fragment in three scenes

Certainly. Here’s a short poetic piece based on the phrase (“And then, to the older man…”), leaving room for interpretation—nostalgic, eerie, or tender. Soshite watashi wa ojisan ni… soshite watashi wa ojisan ni