The Roses Bloom, The Crocodile Smiles Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Going up and up into the world
Only an hour after you have awakened,
With your wings spread
And the sunlight feeling so good and filled
With so many unpredictable
Numbers:
A pinwheel of spokes and architectures,
Each one burning off for a minute
Over the skeletons and the blue prints of
A newborn city:
And it all seems to be a little less reclusive
Or many up of the cornucopias over the
Pollinations:
While the prom girls are dressing out or coming
Down the aisles- while all of this has
Just been words,
As the roses bloom,
As the crocodile smiles.