ODE TO STARFRUIT

Yellow like the sunrays
Sour like a lemon
But sweet like honey,
And warm Guatemalan nights.
A star that fell to earth from heaven.

Lay in the hammock by the pigeon cage
While listening to their sorrowful, cooing song.
Cucurrucucu.
The brook softly babbles outside.
Let the tang of the carambola melt the rest of the world away.

Sweet but acidic fruit,
That tastes not like citrus,
But of long-gone summer days,
People that will never return,
And places that exists only in my memories
That lives on in the starfruit.