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.

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