He waits.
Why he waits is anyone's guess. The ways of gods are mysterious. Passersby just know that his vigil began before they were born. Indifferent to the god that they have learned to ignore, they are contemptuous of his dormant power.
Fifty years before, the street petered out into the desert only yards from where he stands. Now, casinos, bars, banks and pawnbrokers jostle each other for another quarter mile before an intersection interrupts his view of impious, puerile exhibitionism.
A sudden gust sweeps grit from the street into his eyes.
For the first time in decades, he blinks.
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