The Birth o’ the Blue Raspberry Blossom

“You don’t need to do all this, truly…”

But he only grunted as sweat dribbled down his forehead, & he continued his work drilling into the blue raspberry blossom, refining its boughs to perfection.

O, ¡he’d show her mother who had the spookiest ghost trees!

* * *

“¡You’re still working? She called: she said she’s not coming.”

He looked up & noticed with a start that the sun was just drowning @ the bottom tip o’ the far-off firs, leaving mostly silver blue ‘hind it. He just realized he was shivering–probably had been for several minutes.

E’en long after they’d gone, the blue raspberry blossom tree remains.


Drill, Mother-in-law, Petal.