We kept colorful marbles
in old Mason Jars, pilfered
with Grandma’s blessing
rabbit’s feet and other
youthful treasures smelled
like Grandpa’s Dutch Masters
under that cool flip-top lid
Our baseball cards were safe
beneath our beds, in rubber-
band locked P.F. Flyer boxes
our glass and cardboard
personal Fort Knoxes
Ponderable polemics, poetic 