Moccasin feet tap

                        Toe, heel.

    Tasseled, painted, Shuffling,

                        Circle the

                 Towering fire,

                            Eyes tracking

                   smoke spirals

            Into the sky.

                   Souls feel

                  The drum beat,

  Rumbling like distant herds,

                  Sounds as flat

                             As the river rocks.

 

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