Found Poem

            There are guavas at the shop an save. I pick one the size of a tennis ball and finger the prickly stem end. The guavas bushes grow close to the ground, their branches laden with green then yellow fruit that seem to ripen overnight .We raided the bushes as soon as guavas were large enough to bend the branch. A green guava is sour and hard. You bite into it and seeds crunching inside your head. While the inside of your mouth explodes in little spurts of sour. Your eyes water, and you finish the green ripped guava , but you go for more and more, to enjoy that acid taste in your mouth and the gritty texture of the unripe center. I had my last guava. It smelled so good i didn’t want to eat it, but i did. The last green guava i had was the best ripen guava i had. It had did sour acid taste and it smelled so good.