J: I’m going to eat all of them.
Boys in the backseat playing jell-o, moving with the car to and fro.
Aunty A: What is it that you like so much about strawberries?
Fields full of food ripening on the ground, surrounding rode for miles.
Z: The sweetness. I like the fur on the outside.
J: It’s the loveliness, the sweetness.
Z: It’s the taste in the middle. The center inside is full of maple.
J: Yeah, maple. They taste like maple.
The sun is hot enough to burn, west coast April afternoon.
Aunty A: Sounds like a poem, we should write a strawberries poem.
Instead we talk about agriculture and bio-mimicry. J and Z take turns handing up strawberries to Aunty V.