By Leo Honka
Memories turn to stone when men age inside hats
Taking them off for added warmth
past days somersaulting, turning themselves upside down
atop your unruly gray hair,
half-asleep – whispering how you’ve aged!
Tossed and navigated through the years of your life
How many of those days did you cast overboard?
And now…grandfather, father grand,
with your painful, tired, crippled walk
can you feel those days splashing on you like heavy rain?