Bush. Rock. Trees.

Two Degrees –
My GPA Was Always Mostly Dogshit.
For Every “A” In 400 Metaphor,
Came…
“Choices”
Course Selection.
Dog’s Breakfast.
Hungry For Ever More,
Stranded In Isolations.
Heavily Scarred,
Yet Seeking New Fields,
Disciplines,
Interdisciplinary Shangri La.
All I Used To Know:
Bush.
Rock.
Trees.