Michael Botts


5″ x 7″ Woodblock print on Somerset paper
with Graphic Chemical Bone Black Ink

Sit on a kumquat, Michael Botts?

Rivers of chryselephantine,

kumquats and natural springs

are meant for better things.

Joust with dragonflies at night

by glow worm light.

Play milkweed flutes.

Fly dragon kites.

A storm blows out of the mouth of the sun

like butterflies out of a dragon’s throat,

and butterflies drop on the leaves of the trees

till the trees are covered in purple and gold.

Caterpillars eat the moon.

The road grows scales and wings

and flies back into the sun.

Under a mushroom Penelope waits

for the rain to stop and for you to come

and butterflies rest themselves in her hair.

And still you sit there, Michael Botts?

–Ship of Fools and In Raspberry Gulch–

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