The Immaculate Virgin on the Hilltop in Santiago

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.

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