It will not be fixed till the corn is husked. The farmer and his wife talk things over together. 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. And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek.