This is a fragile moment.
Everything is changing colors.
The pavement on my street is
blackened
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen.
Walls darken
a thick static surrounding their
spaces, hiding spots that seem almost
real.
And the ghost of the highway
rumbles, chatting with the ghost of the sky,
whose lingering sadness
clumps together
in mottled blue scars.
Everything measured
on a gradient of gray.
Shading, my world, into shadow.
Everything is changing colors.
The pavement on my street is
blackened
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen.
Walls darken
a thick static surrounding their
spaces, hiding spots that seem almost
real.
And the ghost of the highway
rumbles, chatting with the ghost of the sky,
whose lingering sadness
clumps together
in mottled blue scars.
Everything measured
on a gradient of gray.
Shading, my world, into shadow.
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