Jean Theron

City from Above

We fly over a terrain so inscribed
it can be read through the night—

galaxies looping in tide pools,
winking nets stitched with bulbs,

cloverstacks stenting open knots
of neon arteries under a moon lost

and found stirring in fountains,
spied swimming and spitting milk

in the river, caught mimicking
the stars on a reservoir’s face,

a moon eclipsed by high beams
spelling out new roads, almost

like carving names—just enough
light to keep fear in its place.

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Jean Theron is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in Harpur Palate, Rust + Moth, One and elsewhere.