Dim View

I’ve been to foreign movies, and
Although you call me clod,
Integrity compels me to
Confess I find them odd;

I realize the lonesome pine,
The cloud, the rumpled bed
Are all symbolic, but I like
A story line instead;

I don’t object to sighing wind,
Low moans, a croaking frog,
But also every hour or so
I crave some dialogue;

I most enjoy those shady shots
At midnight, dusk, and dawn
Because they make it difficult
To see what’s going on.