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They Arrive

They arrive September scented
in hot tight new shoes Everyone
still has a pencil and a schedule
clutched like map and compass
to guide them through the woods
where, Everyone Knows, the key
is not to look lost or scared or alone
or, worst of all, excited
In this way, they will reach
the edge of the woods and arrive
on the other side
Someday

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