Plaza De Los Solitarios

A Poem by Matthew Bass

The cops wait in their wolfpack
huddled together in the cold,
for the perfect moment
to pounce. But the plaza
is vacant, and the snow
inches
   d
   o
   w
   n
   the sierras
off to the northwest.

Sometimes the blind spot
is in the most obvious place of all.

© 2012 Matthew Bass

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Added on February 5, 2012
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Matthew Bass

St. Louis, MO

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It´s funny how we think we are all on the cusp of something, and just have not been recognized yet. I am no different. I don´t really care all that much, but at the same time I do care. .. more..

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