Another tank another stop
by Lark
· 19/02/2026
Published 19/02/2026 17:02
Another tank, another stop,
where endless sky just seems to drop
behind the gas station, one lone pump.
The sign says 'Harmony,' a sad, small bump
on State Route 80, nowhere fast.
A diner, boarded up, its glory passed.
I stretch my legs, the air is dry.
And there, against the flat, wide sky,
a billboard, faded, leaning low.
'Harvest Fest, 'twas years ago,'
the peeling paint still tries to say.
A celebration for a brighter day.
Tall grass hides the bottom half,
a silent, sad, forgotten laugh.
Just me, the wind, and this slow decay.
Another town I drove away.
Leaving behind what used to be,
just dust and distant memory.