by Richard Robbins
Feral dogs bark through the night
and end up asleep on stone
curbs at dawn, the street spotted
with planets of their blood, each
car at dawn beginning now
its daily contest, sky white
now with haze, with forgiveness.
Richard Robbins was raised in California and Montana but has lived continuously in Minnesota since 1984. His most recent poetry collections include Radioactive City and Other Americas. He currently directs the creative writing program at Minnesota State Mankato.