Entropy; old friend I wondered when
Next we'd meet
You and me; two obstinate lovers with
Fists and teeth
And what if I stood on the bow
Looked off all the waves
Invited the depths
Would you swim up on the swell
Tender and brave
Delivered from death
Marjorie; cut from her mother and
Sent upstream
In the creek, a one-legged buzzard
Came down
And offered relief
And was she a terrible child
Angry and wild
Deserving revile
Or maybe just borne of the stream
Earning her keep
Alone in the reeds
The buzzard came down to the creek
Calls Marjorie as she speaks through the limbs of the trees
He pulls her up into his wing
Leg in the breeze
As the storm carries over the sea