i see your face

a shadow pressed upon the ret'na

of my eye

you sail like a jellyfish

gliding cross the pane

your presence assuring

like sacraments given to the sick

with my turn toward darkness

you are gone

*Mrs. Jones in the Morning

out there

rake in hand

on guard against the wind

circling her

pile of laves

from my window

I watch her

draw me 

from my prayers

to pray

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*a blessing--

he who had come

to bless her

 red wind rose

gently blowing

his eyes 

closed

he bowed

under her raised hand

and left

leaving her pregnant

in the middle

as well as 

all around

in every direction

imaginable

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap,