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Adust - scorched, burned
Auburn - a moderate brown
Beige - of a color that is light grayish-yellowish brown
Biscuit - a light grayish-yellowish brown
Bronze - a moderate yellowish brown
Castaneous - of the color chestnut
Chestnut - a grayish to reddish brown
Cinnamon - a light yellowish brown
Cocoa - a medium brown color
Drab - a light olive brown
Infuscation - darkened with a brownish tinge
Khaki - a light yellowish-brown
Mahogany - a moderate reddish brown
Russet - a reddish brown
Rust - a strong reddish brown
Sepia - a brownish-gray to dark olive-brown color
Sorrel - a brownish orange to light brown
Tan - a light yellowish brown
Umber - a moderate to dark yellowish brown
Walnut - a moderate reddish brown
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Steeping in cool waters
The saffron sun on the
Bowl of the pond.
Taking my vitamins every
Morning, the C in my veins
Mingling with the salt in my eyes.
I ride two buses to my chapel
Of peace, a set of flowing
Waters, unblessed but holy to me.
Pacing the dusty paths of
The preserve, I ponder the
Wild waterbirds, wandering.
The ducks, unburdened by
Prejudice, finding their ways
Along the tiny beaches.
The spice of life, I infuse my days
With the fine herbs of musical
Birdsong and chords of clouds.
Finalizing my day's work,
I board the buses home, busy days
Ahead, but for now, hallowed, heady harmony.
In My Own Oubliette
Bury me with acorns,
Don't bury me in a box.
If you must, bury me in
A shroud of cotton.
Bury me in a simple shift
Don't bury me in a suit;
My rising will not be a formal affair.
Don't wear your best to
See me off.
Wear what you can get dirty.
You'll be spreading the mulch
On my gravesite.
Bury me with grave goods,
So if I am discovered by
Archeologists someday,
They will know I was loved.
Bury me with flowers,
But don't bury me with fresh roses.
Nay, plant on me perennials,
So you can still see me every year.
Finally, bury me with a stone marker,
But don't spend a fortune.
Carve for me the name I chose,
No matter what others may call me.
Bury me under sturdy granite,
So I can yet leave my mark
On something set for years.
While you may not see me,
These marks will be my gift to you.
Bury me with my money,
But the riches of the things I hold
Most dear.
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