You and I crunching
Through the ice and sparklesnow
Me in black boots
And the black hat
That everyone seems to like on me.
You with your camera
Capturing shadow, capturing
Light, the streetlight shining through branches
On my cold face.
You, all in darkness,
Asking, 'Lift your hands to the sky and
Turn your face to the light.'
I want to switch places;
You in white brightness, and I in shadow
Unseen, holding the camera.
