Peculiar Shade of Gray

The sky is overcast like a mid-life crisis:
All lines seem finite, shabby.

The steel river gathers in scars of black
As it flows past windowless towers.

At the catholic school, a medieval fortress,
Chess piece lions guard every corner.

The wires are strung in canopies along the horizon
Glistening over low-slung block and tin.

In the distance one can see green windows,
The sea like my grandfather's movies.