Static Poem by Brian Arguello

Static



There I stand,
Feet planted on the ground,
With no one around,
Not even a sound.

My palms far from my sides,
Arms open wide,
Face toward the sky.

Bath in the silver.

The serene and soothing sight.
Without struggle or plight.

There I stand,
Feet still on the ground,
But above the town,
Over the clouds.

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