not stamps or art or silver teaspoons
but shells and stones and bits of bone
that marked her journeys
delicate cowrie from Bali
a bevy of conch from the Caribbean
smooth stones gathered from the Hollister hills
where she searched under a full moon for sage
water tumbled stones from Lake Tahoe
agates from the Mojave and jade from Wyoming
a souvenir sandstone from the wedding in Taos
a mouthful of shark’s teeth pulled
from a rotting carcass on the beach at Popotla
all now passed on, passed down
they carry her energy still, her dreams
her legacy
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