Gradient of Gray

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.