Entropy Pocket / by stephenherronold

it happened at noon
walking out to my car
anticipating lunch
carrying an empty box

I walked through
a pocket of entropy

my shoelace unravelled
step by step
as the box lid slid
off and fell

shirt-tails escaped
from my belts embrace
a band-aid unwrapped
a little off a finger

and all this within
a few steps of my car

all was repaired
with quick tuck and tying
the box thrown into the backseat

I knew that it wasn't over
just a brief intense conflict
against the falling apart
a small battle in the war
that never ends