Bound for the elevator, fifth trip today. Afternoon sun setting. Heads turn, alerted by horn blasts and seeing fate and fated meet. Cloud of bean dust over the crossing settles on the twisted grain truck remains. Miles away a combine sits, engine ticking as it cools. Forty acres done today.

Dan Johnson was born in California and grew up in Illinois. Not w retired, he spent over twenty years as a high school physics teacher and school administrator, who also loved writing poetry.