The Campus

The campus spread-eagled

A long, long way

And students would lose their bearings

Paths short shifted all the telling signs

Islands of trees and meadow flowers

Thought to smooth the worried brows

Of newer students

Mish mashing timetables

And forgetting

Why they had come

Checking mobile phones

To see if dad had sent the payments,

And walking the long way round

To low-built dormitories

Under clouds of slow to end

Misapprehension

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