At first I thought "I don't have any poetry for Peter's website!" but Belle said, "yes, that thing you wrote when Hal died." So, my only poem in 30 years...

 

 

"MEDITATIONS ON TURNING 50"

Last night the old man
across the street died.

Now it is morning. The
birds are singing.

But they are not the
birds that were
singing at his birth.

Li Hoffman

 

(to the poet corral)