There are wild horses on the hill
beyond the subdivision’s segregating wall.
A woman studies them from her deck,
through a birdwatching scope.
She refocuses on a juniper,
a cluster of three blue-grey berries.
She notices the juniper needles’
scale like qualities—juniper fish, she muses.
The horses mosey off the hilltop.
A man, woman, three children follow their trail.
Desert dust powders them.
The littlest girl stoops to enjoy a sparkly stone up close.
The woman’s hand hesitates above her smart phone—
Border Patrol listed first in Favorites.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney