If He Is Really Smiling Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If she hyperventilates repeatedly, how can she kiss
The frog who is hoping, hoping-
After the students have returned to class, and vacated the
Topiary-
And the bicycles have led thieves up onto the roofs to
Smoke and feel the redacted blemishes
Of their one of a kind lovers-
While then not so far away, in some carport of
Suburbia-
A housewife practices her common place adultery,
And the tortoise in her carport eats an orchid at the foot
Of the washing machine- eats an orchid:
God knows where he found her- but after eating her,
He will slip away to become a meal for
An alligator who is waiting patiently down the slope to
The canal, but can anybody tell if he is really smiling.