Looking for poems about Oak Park found some,
but foremost poet after poet that had passed
through those streets, gazed at leaves being
blown through them from a window before
turning off the light, and again in the morning,
glass separating their peering face from dawn
light, drops of rain, snowflakes that would feed
their thoughts that the day. Oak Park a set
of clothes their life wore, until like Charles
Simic's it took on some other garment,
watched leaves and rain and snowflakes
fall on different streets writing different
poems into their fluid minds.
29.10.2024
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