Words wept upon page drift as flotsam across time to tide with you
Reflections of one the muse has long forsaken
The poet, my dear friend, went way of last note, of last song
You hear but the echo of his heart …beat.
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Dean Puretz is an author and attorney living in Los Angeles. His creative non-fiction "Late Forties" was published in Ray's Road Review in 2012.
