it has something to do with a “second law of thermodynamics”;
entropy, rot, heat travelling from high to low
we see it on Monday morning when the rubbish truck
comes by – before we run from what we run from,
before we wipe the drive, the code
because hope, unproved by homily or psalm,
is the acrid, every-day trundling down the road
Hayley Gibbons is a wife, mom and English teacher from East London, South Africa. Her poetry has appeared in various online poetry projects. She loves listening to Sting, strong coffee and writing whenever she gets the chance.