Sentinel fence walks the perimeter
with New Mexico swagger.
Open, yet private snaggle-topped, unshaven trunks
of white fir, silver birch, and black pine
merge city and wilderness,
Native American, European, and old hippie sensibilities,
allowing passersby to glimpse between cracks.
Look out any window.
Watch the world move between wooden palos,
its flip book motion unfolding in time
with the high desert song.