She stumbles up stairwells and into the night sky
She wants to leap from the tower, if only she could fly
Bare feet on the window frame, head held up high
She gazes at the street and lets out a sigh
On an old wooden bridge she sits in the sun
Toes tracing the water, moving as one
Creaking boards and rusty nails are slowly undone
She hums a cheery tune, the day's just begun
Strolling down the sidewalk in afternoon's glow
She clutches fistfulls of leaves, wishing for snow
She stops only to listen to the call of the crow
Marveling at a street sign printed with one word:
Calvino.
