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Moon's Fault
by Laura Snyder
When the great lantern moon hangs
heavy spring,
frogs gather at pond margins,
light-struck in pond weed.
The males bay–
spotted throats balloon–
howl out desire.
They grasp their females
like glistening rocks,
pointing fingers at the moon.
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