Count Me Out Today

 Count Me Out Today

No, I don’t want to write 

another poem about spring.   

And I don’t want to write

about my angry response 

tothe 1952 movie from 

Ealing Studios--the discussion

about it was annoying 

enough.

Yes, it was in technicolor—

and I do remember how 

impactful it was to my child

self to see that first movie

in color. But this film— 

so male—the humor, 

the dialogue, the pointless 

train crashes—

Why mention any of it?

The boys were having such a 

good time, laughing at scenes

that for me, seemed contrived 

or vapid. Better not to get into it 

than to Woman Splain. Not

a fan of Man Splaining, 

so why add to all that?

Better to share a few quiet 

words with my seat mate. 

This time.

—Sef , 3/10/ 2025