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 about a year ago • 1 min read

You drilled past old scabs

to shames (jacks-in-a-box crouched);

unwittingly sprung.

cryptocurrent

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