Spring May be Here, But Winter Held on This Year -
Photographer Adolfo Caso Shares!
A black button there, a white one on my blue shirt here,I counted five to go on your pink flowered blouse.My fingers were too nervous
while they caressed your beautiful tanned face.From your chin they travel up behind your ears,my heart kept counting Five buttons to go.You said you had never rode a cable tram beforewhen the door swung closed. You pulled so hard on my buttonit popped to the tram floor. Who was more filled with success, I wondered.Would there be anyone to meet us on the valley floor?
As now we were passing over the side on the mountainand the upstreaming air makes the small tram car rockin the breeze as downward we went. The perfect get-away,slowly my fingers unlocked the fifth button, my vacation with you. You leaned into me with red lips and bit off my button,four buttons to go.The fog cloaked our slow descent,as we plummet,no one would see.Thomas Kemp, Your Poet Is