"Bridge's Out"

“Bridge’s out”
A boy in a blue scarf shouted.
But a girl with high boots and a cape
only whispered “Icy isn’t safe”.
Both their lines seemed to lift steamlike, upwords,
opposing most all downfall white
(On his hair, in her eye lashes).
White lit it all, it meant to mask the night.
.
Ethereal, yet so real, their faces were so pale.
They are, I thought, not far from fainting.
I strained to scout beyond them, they stood out
Stark against wood and trail.
It confused me, admittedly, I might see a painting.
.
“Watch yourself”, their voices, close,
It sounded some like me who
confoundedly joined their chorus.
Starting down to the river,
I shake off a shiver under my clothes.
I take a deep icy breath, then take a step nearer chaos.