Every August, a new batch of freshmen
arrives. All elbows & knees, brand new shoes,
cotton candy perfume. Roller backpacks
a thing of the past. Over the summer
they've had two-a-days, some assigned reading,
and painstakingly curated glow ups. 
On this hopeful walk, though, printed schedules
won't prevent missteps. That's where I come in. 
"Good morning" "What's your name?" "Have a great day!"

Written in community with VerseLove, a group of mostly educators writing a poem every day of April (National Poetry Month). The prompt for today: Write a poem of beginnings.