DP 321 Erato
everything always lovely
her eyes her hair the way
she moves her body
Erato is like the sea
washing up on the shore
rising and falling in waves
poets call on Erato in their
darkest moments when love
turns sour or the stars cross
and when inspiration fails
they call her then too hoping
she'll stand by them in love and lyric
it's partly her fault because she
shoots words into the sky
like arrows and whoever
feels those arrows falls in love
with the next person they encounter
but who can get angry with Erato
so full of grace she picks up her lyre
sings with a voice that is
as clear
as a night sky filled with stars
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