five-fifty
running the people-free, snow-filled blocks
just me and the lab
a pace that would bring sweat in june
a feel a tug on the leash
we pull over, so she can pee
when i stop
the silence tells me how loud my sneakers had squeaked
on the white asphalt
we continue
one of us mesmerized by flakes falling through street-light cones of orange
the other, wagging a tail to celebrate the simple joy of being outdoors
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