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sharon
Who's to say
that the sound of his drum
is not correct
That it is our drum
that beats oddly to
prosperity and fortune and greed
when he dances to sunshine.
That we close our eyes,
strain to see God
and he simply
looks to his shoulder
where God's hand lies
comforting
slowly strumming
a peaceful beat,
The same beat
to which our friend dances.
