Twin suns disappear--
Luke imagines his destiny fading
into orange half-light.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Terrified of Master Luke,
Threepio hides behind Lars family junk,
imagining the worst.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
"Luke? Luuuke?! Luu-uuke?!!"
Save your breath, Owen--He's out chasing down
your bad investment.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
The landspeeder glides
over desert sand without touching ground--
Is that Threepio driving?!?
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Like earth-colored ghosts,
the Tusken Raiders mount their Banthas,
hungry for a score.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
This may be the same tribe
that tried to kill Anakin at Boonta Eve--
why'd they leave Luke alive?
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Amid the meager spoils,
the sandpeople scatter, hearing the
howl of a "krayt dragon."
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Sir Alec Guinness,
Knight and Jedi Knight, lover
of desert scenes.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Old Ben and Luke
meet again under the hot sun, as
Threepio's arm lies broken.
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