Leaves of October

Is the sun stone or sky,

or pieces of a wasteland only known as such?

Walking back and forth, if anything stays the same

then it is always changing, if there is tradition

then it is only evolving as fast as you and I can.

Walking back and forth, I want you to listen

as we all say something different.

— This close thing endures:

if it is a bell ringing, it is a dog barking,

youth turned cold and growing every day.

Jonathan Campbell ’16


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