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.