“Now I stand before houses seton our secret trail, the haunt of arrowheadsand lost Indians the color of small plums,rooms in which the new boys play, tamedby computers and a summer waste of games,where once, in these woods, we tasted wild fruit.”
— Thomas Dukes
“I walk the beach to smile at other peopleand their busy children, trying to findanother way to save the world.”
— Thomas Dukes