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.