Race
Earth runs after earth
It cannot catch up with it
Hurrying dashing horse tries
Ages between earth maintains
Dog’s run, tongue a growing flap, futile
Snail, Two horns shutting out
Race-ready.
Horned-animal shall par with earth?
Snail! Is it?
Perseverance, patience
And stone is cooked
As it is, the race
Green mamba on the track
Speed urges it to death
But trudges on the snail
With perseverance and patience.
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