milky way

I listened with impatience to a language I couldn’t understand. They ate food I didn’t like, and things smelled funny. I preferred to stay home and watch TV, but my parents made me go. I suppose that now the farm is a housing development, similar to where I grew up. Over time, everything became more and more like me – and, slowly but surely, I wished it were different.

first snow
a little boy uncovers
the last strawberry