On a cloudy morning, small rabbits emerge from a wildflowered field;
stop in the middlle of the trail. Some turn tail, hopping, back to where
they'd been; others race to the other side. What thoughts are they re-
hearsing?

Shoes may hike carefully, yet Maine boots, Guru shoes, earth sandals,
thicksoled, thinsoled, holes, cleated, or air-filled with luminous heels,
ritualizations and magic, coming down, the earth will have its pound
of flesh.