FAST FOR GRASS

First the heavy rain
and then the sun.
They make the grass grow fast —
not as fast as a turtle
(to be sure)
nor a rabbit nor a deer —
but fast for grass.
Perhaps it races like the worms.

We each have our own speeds
and I haveĀ  mine for cutting grass.

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