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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |