Baron in the Trees
Saved by Italo Calvino
when morning is tough enough,
I'm caught on a branch with Cosimo
in this void of life, ah, such fluff
The sun is blinding behind the book
from the east through a window; can't look,
grown threadbare with tilting age
in the shade of Calvino's page
Little Viola leaves the mansion by coach,
Cosimo's longing on fire like a torch,
his fate to stay alone up above in the trees,
look where he looks, to see what he sees
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2025-08-17 at 08:55
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