sonnet Id fled from rural

Id fled from rural scenes in summer rains
To storied dormitories close to school
The broken barns and rusty rooster vanes
In memory a poor unpolished jewel
It was three years of drafting decks and drains
Of budget bowls of noodles goopy gruel
I dawdled back to malls and metal cranes
A civil engineer in labour pool
At dusk two slugs twined they oozed out a foam
And jolted dangling off a jamb above
At dawn two flies affronted making love
Upon a sill adjacent kept a comb
A students life is small you weep and heave
A sparrows life is far too short to grieve
Chorus leave depart exit