Angry Celebrity - Sept. 21, 2025

selling mangoes in the rain

bolts of light scratch the dark clouds

something growls far away

I grab a chair and sprint under a tree

fruits glisten inside melting cardboard

oddly, I’m not sad but relieved

a few early birds bagged some of the crop

now I prefer to sit, watch and wait for

the beast that visits the desert so rarely

this angry celebrity, always welcome,

though with the kind of holy fear

some of us still reserve for God,

who speaks in a mean language

we don’t know, delivered in a breath

of crushing wind

of course, mangoes lacking ears

rejoice in a timely bath