Hapax Legomena

The world is flat and brown and simple.

I get caught up in would have and has beens
Teaching speed to the cars on the interstate
Intricacies and intimacies of human understanding
Hurtling by at break-neck pace
Like a table-top model of the universe.
The world is flat and brown and simple.

Meaning is written in the webs of spiders
Hidden in the mailbox,
Spelled out in cane trails,
Planted, grown and harvested in a cyclical monotony
Of children and age and green tomatoes.
The world is flat and brown and simple.

I have seen secrets in an unending sky
Reduced to an interpretation
Of bright blue and clouds
Hanging above the land like a tormenting god of cotton.
The world is flat and brown and simple.

This road winds but does not end
Turns and twists, morphs and evolves,
But is the same.
The world is flat and brown and simple.