What are the literary devices for this poem: Monsignor, I believed Jesus followed me​
With his eyes, and when I slept,​
An angel peeled an orange​
And waited for me to wake up.​
This was 1962. I was ten, small as the flame​
Of a struck match, my lungs fiery​
From hard, wintery play. When I returned home,​
Legs hurting, I placed my hands on the windowsill​
And looked out—clouds dirty as towels​
And geese I have yet to see again​
Darkening the western sky.​

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