Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window

Into the blue river hills
 The red sun runners go
 And the long sand changes
 And to-day is a goner
 And to-day is not worth haggling over.

     Here in Omaha
     The gloaming is bitter
     As in Chicago
     Or Kenosha.

 The long sand changes.
 To-day is a goner.
 Time knocks in another brass nail.
 Another yellow plunger shoots the dark.

     Constellations
     Wheeling over Omaha
     As in Chicago
     Or Kenosha.

 The long sand is gone
           and all the talk is stars.
 They circle in a dome over Nebraska.

Published in Cornhuskers

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