something in the road - a CLICK ME poem.
a penny dropped pick it up like a missed step this too was not for me
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expanse i’ll never understand how to lift my wings roll & maw but i can watch you dodging spinning grasping concepts out of air fold each like origami & return to idle speakers gifts they don’t recognize stings a little to forget saving birds is not my job they were never meant to fly so i watch them fall away on some ocean wave too expansive for me to grasp but soft enough immense enough quiet enough for me to love
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The Pandemic Lockdown of 2020+ was wild. Thanks to internet & social media, many of us found ourselves glued to facebook every night to watch a troubadour named Dan Navarro playing songs from his living room. We fellow isolates formed a bond that sometimes went a little nutty. We called ourselves the DanFam™. We made a map that could show where across the world we lived. We gave Navarro a nickname: DFN (short for St. Dan of Fucking Navarro) and giggled while he figured out we were talking about him. "What's my middle name? My middle name is Anthony." When DFN bought a van and drove across the country to play live gigs, we all came out to meet him and each other. We kept in touch with those who weren't ready to go out yet. One of us made these custom guitar picks: I'VE BEEN LICKED BY DAN. People could purchase them at the merch table, but some of the online folks also made purchases. I was the go-between, giving DFN cash and picking up merch to be shipped ar...
