The orphan at reception

 The lines of the orphan dug into the magazine
Blue bic pen ripping crinkling lines 
besmirching the page
marking countless others as the underlayers also tear.

Teeth bear and curiosity mixes into boredom
a fine layer of anxious sweat runs from the pulse to the fingers
smudging the blue bic pen ingraved lines
Cooling off the frantic skin of the five year old orphan

A subtle bell sound rings out in his mind
drawing him close into a rhyme he repeated in school
As the tip of the pen ran through the paper mercilessly
He rehearsed the rhyme in a cheery yet low voice

Alone
parentless
one single cloud shrinking
in a flawless overbearing blue sky