He Said

You look too much

like a daffodil to be

a zealot obedient

to the zealot-in-chief.

March fails to last long. 

As with life. All nutrients

you suppose sustain you

taste faux. 

Mimesis cannot be

responsible for 

your music. Likewise,

the river of melodic

drift tastes past

my 84-year 

old mentor playing

cribbage with my mind.