"Dammit, Gerard! Do I have to draw you a picture? Don't you know?" "Yes," Gerard replied soberly, "I know."

Jay leaned over Gerard. Gerard took Jay's face between his hands. He felt the wet streaks that rolled down the side of his cheeks. Jay trembled as he bent forward to meet the lips that awaited his. Their bodies pressed together.

"I love you, Gerard."

"I know," Gerard whispered as he kissed away the tears. "I know," he repeated.

16

Find me Someone

Find me

someone

and

though strange talk to me, see in me

youth forgotten

and dreams dreamed,

make of me

tomorrows of joy and then

forsake me not in morning's truthfulness.

Donald C. Mitchell

You, fair youth

Consider how Manhattan keeps the guard: Stoop-shouldered buildings group in dying light And mumble off across the river yard

Like old men drunk and cursing in the night, Then in profoundest dark their eyes squint closed; Maintain the silent watching black and blind,

In slabs of gray upon the pitch-edge posed,

The river hole in which zero's defined. But you, fair youth, all in the light of day Stand to eye the glassy river's race,

ray

And keep the morning watch, when beam and Evaporate the stale night's cobwebbed face. So you and day watch must contend with life, While night watch wrestles in a different strife.

Stephen Foy