Martian Castles

fashioned like something on the Martian skyline

half-spheres and giant waves of sand

squiggled across the horizon with shadows

a ripple, dished out on the highest peak

looking like whittled peaches in orange tints

but nowhere is the carved sand disturbed

except by the train of dromedary camels

and their masters, tightly wrapped in blue scarves

to prevent the sand from getting where it shouldn’t

they follow a trail laid long ago

etched out by early caravans in spite of

the sheets of sand that make the shapes

of Martian castles and giant peaches