“Put your lips together and blow”

Her mouth clenched

tasting her rushed morning black
coffee and that short puff of smoke.
Her tongue running through
the landscape of white
feeling every imperfection
and pothole in sight.
The wind passed through
the white city at an increasing rate.
The pulse of an earthquake, or loud bass
beat on the rise.
An anxious cold front moved in- her
throat froze.
The two chapped guards fought but
pulled it together at last.
Getting into a circular formation
they whipped the air into shape and let out
a cry. Loud and forceful and direct.

He turned around and smiled, walking toward her this time.

She melted into a slush as he said “Hi.”