Albrecht

I suspect a language problem

Turns out he’s neither english

Nor a yorkshireman but bilingual

German, though he understands my mouthings

Well enough to thump me one

On the back in laughing comradeship

When i reply “albrecht” to his welcome

In this shadowed bearded,

Crumpled shirt dinner invitation

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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