On the opposite dune they played,
Silhouetted by the long low sun,
Occasional distant sparks of unknown origin
Sporadically coming into union,
The would-be Jedi’s thrashing their imaginary lightsabers.
Departing the camels we climb
Two by two
Ascending the dunes
as each new group arrives they expand like some hungry plague
a different dune top for each group,
a new unexplained island
fresh, plush, free from imprints
prime photo op.