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.