Moving day part two. In honor of this all-day rainy move I have a poem from Dune:
“I remember salt smoke from a beach fire
And shadows under the pines-
Solid, clean…fixed-
Seagulls perched at the tip of land,
White upon green…
And wind comes through the pines
To sway the shadows;
The seagulls spread their wings,
Lift
And fill the sky with their screeches.
And I hear the wind
Blowing across our beach,
And the surf,
And I see that our fire
Has scorched the seaweed.”
