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.