Finally, we found a way
To cross the railroad tracks
To get to church
On a cold Sunday morning
Through a chain link fence
Off Eustice
Under an overpass
In front of a stopped train
"They have a red light,"
She said
Then over across
An entrance ramp
Onto the highway
We cut down a steep drop
From the road
By now we can see
Our crossing in the distance
Out of the weeds
I hear Jennifer say,
Calmly with a smile on her face, "Look"
Her thin cotton pants
Which I called a "felt board"
Covered in seeds
Many, many seeds
From her knees on down
We pull a few once
We cross the tracks
And finish pulling
Seeds on University Ave
Not far from the green tower
On a hill
I work on one pant leg
And she on the other
Cleaning ourselves
From an adventure
Which might've been a misadventure
But we journeyed with each other
To cross the tracks and make it to church
Only ten minutes late
And who knows
What of the seeds we planted
First, by the side of tracks
And then on University Ave
What seeds travel without
Some clever means
And two unknowing farmers