Orphanage

  All assemble in that great receiving line
Each of us smiling, sparkling, seeking a sign.

I try to catch your eye, but no.
I bite my lip, and look to the ground, so.

Take me away, make me your own
A boy of potential, heart on spirit wings flown.

Yet you walk on, clutching your purse
I pray I pray to lift my curse.

From eye to eye, face to face,
Peering through your veil of lace.

And I am forgotten passed by
Naught but chores remain for me I cry.

Some other child may know your love
Not me, not me, my foolish heart,

a fluttering dove.

I am alone in this winter's day
No love for me, nothing to say.

Muted cloud green apple
sobs of filtered light
I smile wan, ever polite.