Into the blue river hills <br />The red sun runners go <br />And the long sand changes <br />And to-day is a goner <br />And to-day is not worth haggling over. <br /> <br />Here in Omaha <br />The gloaming is bitter <br />As in Chicago <br />Or Kenosha. <br /> <br />The long sand changes. <br />To-day is a goner. <br />Time knocks in another brass nail. <br />Another yellow plunger shoots the dark. <br /> <br />Constellations <br />Wheeling over Omaha <br />As in Chicago <br />Or Kenosha. <br /> <br />The long sand is gone <br />and all the talk is stars. <br />They circle in a dome over Nebraska.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-from-omaha-hotel-window/
