When I left for London, the rain
grew dimensions, the young
October storm filling out
her curves. My hands, empty
theatres, opened to receive it.
I saw my childhood
street in my mind’s eye,
that California sear. Imagine,
Morgan Freeman coaxed from a sun-
soaked road in a movie my father
always cites. Call me a citizen.
Call me a city. All I wanted
was to stop wanting more. I let
the English rain carve me again
into an outline of rhododendrons
angling out of the earth like gaping beaks,
Esther Sun is a Chinese-American writer from the Silicon Valley in Northern California. A 2020 American Voices nominee, she has been recognized for her writing by Bennington College, the National YoungArts Foundation, and the Alliance for Young Writers & Artists. Esther’s poems are forthcoming from or have appeared in Carve Magazine, Birdcoat Quarterly, The Indianapolis Review, and more.