In memory of Leonard Opalov br br To me Latvian poets seemed quite rare, br But I knew one called Leonard Opalov. br He wrote me charming letters from The Bronx br before cancer made him change his address. br br I wrote his eulogy for 'Bitterroot', br A magazine that honored Leonard's verse. br The birds of New York sing his poetry. br More than a few love Yiddish, I am told.