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March Birthday
by Margaret Kay

I say our baby will be born
when all the ice melts in the pond
and fish can see the sky;

when wood frogs float on water,still
and cold, and their thousand eggs spill
on the pond's mirrored sky,

No, you say, Paris  Commune Day
is the best day for a birthday.
He'll be a revolutionist!

We lie in a field and watch the light
of fireflies drifting in the night.
A wingless female twists

and glows in the grass where a male,
falling like a star toward her pale
light, finds her in the dark.

You say the ground is cold and wet
and your talk today was the best yet
from your soapbox in  the park.

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