Baking in the corner

Of my crayon box,

Burnt sienna:

Warm as an Arizona summer,

As rich as redwood shearings,

A brown full of life,

A color for landscapes

Lit by a noon tide sun,

An Indian pony haltered and

Corralled in my crayon box.

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