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September 23, 2022 by The Citron Review

by RB Brown

 

Those early days, finding its way to the shore
the breeze was uncertain.

A full-grown bear clawed the first tree,
decided bears eat blackberries.

Chrysanthemum, cornflower, dragonwort.
Drunk on nectar bees crossed the garden.

It was one language and they all spoke it,
the sound of names fresh on all their tongues.

Crisp and terrible. Nothing prepared them
for that first bite, another beginning.

 

RB Brown is a longtime resident of Philadelphia—that is to say, not a local. Their work has appeared in [PANK] and Apiary Magazine, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. Their favorite days involve a costume change.

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