I feel akin to the Platypus. An orphan in a family. A swimmer, a recluse. Part bird, part fish, part lizard. Trevor Dunn

The Bard and the Lizard by John Shaw Neilson

The lizard leans in to October,
He walks on the yellow and green;
The world is awake and unsober,
It knows where the lovers have been.
The wind, like a faint violoncello,
Comes up and commands him to sing:
He says to me, “Courage, good fellow!
We live by the folly of Spring!”


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