Carrie
turned her chin to 1 shoulder and
in so bending her head away from the sparks
of Rose on Elaine, in that moment I saw
as did Esme(e) and Violet how
Carrie had come to be named for honor to that
Carrie who drew the cobalt and the teal seas,
the slate and sienna cliffs, the ultramarine sky,
the colors of the northern coast grays, blues, greens,
browns, wrapped them about her by force of
her vital fists and rowed among the islands
with her canvases singing and seeing,
magnetizing the winds and cornering the storms
which raced north and rolled east, clapped
her hands over thunder and danced in her worn
black boots upon the icy strand.