Word feelers and tellers
in race for recognition
dig deep into their emotional hemisphere
in quest of syllables that would fall on the ear
of the landlord as the premonition
cast through the cloud that shelters
a rush for gold
where shoulder to shoulder, the miners
planted like rice in a field
with mud up to the knee,
they admire each mate's emotion
and the revelation
sprouting from the revelry
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