A very short haiku wherein no allusions to accidental parking lot construction reveal a green copper box disinterred 73 years too early from the base of an abandoned war monument...
or something
By Frank D'AndreaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
You drilled past old scabs
to shames (jacks-in-a-box crouched);
unwittingly sprung.
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Nice ❤️