"Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window"
by Carl Sandburg
INTO the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
And the long sand changes
And to-day is a goner
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.
