Roadkill

Road in west Texas
is littered with memories

over there a windmill
no longer spinning, once
used to draw water
for the roaming cows,
replaced now by cactus,
goats,

further on a crumbled
town, buildings in disrepair,
gas station shuttered,
only a post office remains,

then a stack of concrete
that used to be a grain
elevator, no longer used,
old men discuss the past
at the one diner left
in the fading town,

finally a faded red barn,
sides caved in, farm
machinery left to rot,
family moved on
down the road,
tumbleweeds blow
across the yard.