a small black dog streaks across a snow-covered field,
abruptly turns, racing back towards me
every sinew of her lithe body calls out joy
our skis move slowly through deep snow
the snow creaks under our weight
breathtaking deceleration to touch her nose to
my hand, retrieving her reward
nose to hand, eye to eye, heart to heart
black on white, all joy.
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