The Films

Swept into a whirlwind
Of hoop skirts
And zoot suits.
Sinatra bursts into song,
Hepburn takes a drag
From her elongated cigarette.
Swept into a time
Where style was more
Than a pretty dress.
To a place
Over the rainbow,
In wooded hills,
Or foggy London.
A place where
Individual spark
Matters more than
Corporate conglomerates,
Gangsters become the heroes,
Cops become the villains.
Black and white
Stereotypes become
Shades of gray.
Words still have power.
A moment still lasts a lifetime.
A mimic of life’s
Most intense moments,
Its most intriguing dramas.