Week three cafe poet

Mittagong main road - gorgeous Autumn colours

A beautiful day to be in a cafe today! Out of the wind, but still soaking up the sun. Anyway, I've started a poem for and about Barry Spurr so I might share that next week, but for this week here's a poem about Uni.

Her fingers are ink stained
and jagged, as they protrude
 from fingerless gloves -
kalidascopic gloves
a defiant cry of individuality
as she hands over monotonous words.

She is trapped in paragraphs,
bordered in by the white page,
she follows the formula.

They say academics is purely objective,
but she knows the truth, her truth.