Rin pursues
Fireflies
In the deep
Green gloom
Of an
August twilight,
Short legs
Flashing
Beneath her
Kimono,
Amusing
This One.

The fireflies
Elude her,
She sits
On the grass,
Frowning.
There is time:
This One
Calls them
Down to her,
An easy task,
A cloud of
Living light.

Rin gathers
Fireflies
In the deep
Green gloom
Of an
August twilight,
Adorning this
One's armor,
This One's hair,
This One's kimono.
This One…
…is amused.