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My Calling at an Intersection along IA 136
A soft breeze whispered
as I stood near a spread
of fields
where my heartfelt story was told.
I recalled the beginning.
The middle was unfolding
and I didn’t know the end.
My assignment
of controlling traffic here
would last two weeks
yet a voice inside
said this was where
I was meant to be.
O, the sky was so blue.
A construction crew inched
along the highway to fill cracks.
My father always said
what was broken must be mended.
I was reconciling with my past,
my memories carried in a breeze.
It was the beginning of summer,
I recall,
ankle-high corn reaching for the sun.
It was a farmer’s labor
a farmer’s pride.
My life was unfolding
a sense of wonder
as cars followed the pilot vehicle
through open lands.
The clouds above passed
as galleons of ancient ships
the sky an ocean of dreams
and endless tomorrows.
Copyright ©
Mike Bayles
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