Humour in a Foreign Language
I heard your voice
muffled in the swirl
of the Nautilus Room.
Heard you laughing
in a language I
didn’t understand,
as if humour is
breath. Or DNA.
Humour should be
a birthright, like
2 ears and a nose.
Like free speech.
And the room falls
about laughing. You
have them all rolling
in the aisles, and
speaking a language
that’s not my own.
Image WikiArt “Saint-Germain Nightclub” by Gerard Sekoto, 1960 (fair use) © Misky 2020 #APoemADay on Twitter @Experimentsinfc
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