to Dan Weeks Two dogs mangy manes a-shake follow this river for frogs. First one then the other stops the friendly lips serious a moment, long black and still a line of fresh paint hastily applied below the snowcapped teeth. Ah! rings in the water declare something a few feet out. Is it? No matter--leap! The froth around them ecstatic! snapping! and then slow to drink . . . . They return poised to the riverbank as if they chased every raindrop. The river continues and they continue to follow it.