A Spring Poem: Entropy

The scientist casually,far too casually, brushes a white coffee mugoff his desk. It shatters and a rain of fragments spill on the floor.Entropy, the scientist explains degrees of disorder;everything dissolves into nothingat random, over and over again.What is whole becomes broken,a one-way process repeatedevery day, in every sense of time; our earth wobbles as it circles the sun. Even the