A blinking,
breathing stone statue,
standing steadily,
standing steadily,
balanced,
and unmoved through both rising temperatures and oncoming thunderstorms,
created to look above to the skies and thankfully accept the weathering of his concrete as if he
were an old man stoically watching another year of his short life pass on by,
and unflinching as his fingers crack and fall off and as vandals pepper him with spray painted graffiti.
He never complains about not being made of steel or perhaps even marble or about not being placed somewhere downtown where he could become well known.
Instead,
he remains impassive among the abandoned industrial buildings of a forgotten side of town.
and unmoved through both rising temperatures and oncoming thunderstorms,
created to look above to the skies and thankfully accept the weathering of his concrete as if he
were an old man stoically watching another year of his short life pass on by,
and unflinching as his fingers crack and fall off and as vandals pepper him with spray painted graffiti.
He never complains about not being made of steel or perhaps even marble or about not being placed somewhere downtown where he could become well known.
Instead,
he remains impassive among the abandoned industrial buildings of a forgotten side of town.
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