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