Do you remember when
Grandfather told us
And we were terrified
Do you remember dust
In a foreign land
So familiar
Like sweetness from a
Childhood strawberry

I know later that
The dust was replaced with
Luscious green,
That Grandfather came to
Lie between the
Earth and that color,
To join that dust

But memory aside
That land, my home,
Is still just as foreign
As the distant drop of
That strawberry recollection
For since then, no such fruit
Has ever touched my tongue
Not felt, long lost,
Forget how much
I want to,
No matter.