Sand dollars

A sand dollar.

Delicate, see through, Fairy glass.

 A token for the wanderer.

A nik nak of places

Of people well met.

Gently placed into her purse

Another dollar, another story.

In a gladdening postcard

tucked into a memory box

rattling with buttons and bits of string

 stuffed in a sock drawer.

Another story

All over captioned loose leaf

enveloped in expensive embossed paper

Crinkling with dried lilacs picked from between cracked rock.

 Another story

 Into static lines beeping interruptions

across continents of humanity

tangled in wireless cords of lost love.

Another story

Squatting at a camp fire of peers

holding out sculptures

of crawling flying running swimming totems.

She holds her purse

 Her sand dollars

Her stories.

Fragments of a looking glass from her souls reef.