PORT ANGELES 

I.M. Raymond Carver 

Your ocean view, the gravy clay. 

Poetry moulding, moistened by 

The shore of the strait. 

The ornate urn decorated with 

The fire of your words igniting 

Inspiration in me, like a father 

Or brother, I sit by your grave- 

Side communicating a poem. 

A messenger running your 

Poetic errands, knowing 

Your wounded light. 

By the shore without a care 

For the float bobbing feeling 

The ripples in me.