Angels Juggle Ripe Oranges Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Angels juggle ripe oranges
As nymphs cheer them on
A grand old dowager strums her harp
Beside a dazzling yellow banana tree
Gooseberry sprites perform aerobatics
As whispers move from spirit to spirit
telling some their future, some their past
collecting star fruits in their bowls
sitting cross legged beneath a mulberry fig tree
with Banyan tree monkeys on guard
cicadas singing a tune like a choir
color coordinated butterflies ballet
leafs circle in a swarm so dense
they change the hue of the sky
the footman announces guests
Smiling Buddha
raises an eyebrow
and waves his hand
a gesture he learned
from the bald king
in a Hollywood film