Pleased to have my poem up at the Lothlorien Poetry Journal. Here is the poem:

 Erato

I searched the town

and finally found her 

at that ramshackle café.

with the tin roof

next to the boarded-up

train station.

It was teeming—

the rainy season just begun

and how anyone could stand

that racket was beyond

my ken—

but she sat at a counter

in the corner of the shack

muttering prompts 

into her cardboard 

coffee cup.

She looked like hell—

all resemblance 

to that lithe Greek goddess

drained by a million poets

complaining of writer’s block.

I thought to comfort her

and grab that cup,

but muses are fast as

lightning bolts. 

She fled through the roof

leaving her cup of golden

prompts—written in a Greek

so old only Zeus

could decipher it.