Modern Colonial

Abe Force

Near the heart of a city

-closer to the lung-

I stood smoking an American Spirit

between three towers

taller than Babel.

A colonial blacksmith

-in a tri-corner cap-

commuted by.

“I’m off to the Freedom Trail,”

he said into his cell phone,

before taking a sip of a Starbucks Coffee

held in his moisturized hand.

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About subparcostar

This is a collection of pieces I've done throughout the years, and continue to do throughout the hours. The format of pieces varies fairly considerably, as I am a bit eclectic in my taste. All in all, it's just a bunch of fiction.
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