Carl Sandburg





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.