Ghost Flowers

Frederick Mayer

There is a thyme
wizards give
as visions in sync
with godless Time.

         Among those flowers without
         hills of evening
         hauntings -
         glades within grave doubt

         The phantom flora
         of once alive flowers arise,
         roaming dark daisies
         evergreening with
         the lecithin plant eye

                       All aglow,
                       as light at night,
                       deflowering the blooming
                       dayeseye in fright.

I was honored that this poem was published in Harry Morris' famed and justfully earned zine, "Nyctalops."

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