snow at 5 a.m.

snow and the street lamp
shadow dance across our path
Only you and I
are outside now
We stand in the middle of the road,
tilt our faces up
to taste the dazzle
of white
then down
to let our eyes trace
snow’s quick gray shadows—
a game we never tire of playing.
One of us
so excited
at all this dashing around
that we begin to bark