Some leaf under a small talon. Fell on the campus walkway.
Sit proudly in the belly of manicured forest, free one.
Dodge the burger wrappers hiding in the shade :^)
A center fountain drowns out chatter.
Fast forward four years and only the faculty remains.
Lotsa words for a parking-lot of lost souls.
When was the last time you saw someone run with some passion?
I desperately want to see that.
Calloused hands