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serious face. Rather clown-like, but serious. Frankie felt pity. For a
second he stopped thinking of his own life, and he thought only of

the boy.
For the first time in his life Frankie had a happy thought. He

would help this little boy. It was the first time he had realized that
there were others like him, and he somehow knew that if there was
one, there would be more. His salary would not be enough; there
would be contributions to help. He would establish a community
fund and a house would be built. It would be a beautiful house in
the country, brick, with ivy and white shutters; and the boys would

be his.
Frankie stopped his dreaming to call to the boy. As he stepped

into the street to go closer to him, he heard a blaring horn and the
scream of rubber on concrete. It was very quick. The driver of the
truck had no more than two seconds to his his horn and brakes. And
now Frankie was lying in the gutter, broken bones and dreams; a

simple tragedy.

PLEA TOTRE SCIENTIST

Say something black MARY HENDREN
And see the thunder,
And stare at nothing
In silent wonder.
Feel the lightning
And hear a star,
And ask the tree tops
What they are.
Scream a silence
Or think a sound,
Walk on the air
And breathe the ground,

Or sit on water
And drink a stone,
But leave the human soul

Alonel

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