she read the words of her friends and welled up. To let go deeply... she walked into the woods and looked for the cottonwood tree. It was october and the buds would be ready to pick for the salve. " Balm of Gilead oil. Rub it just over your heart. Really works, you'll be amazed." The last friend had said... the oil is extracted from the unborn petals inside the bud of the fall sprouting cottonwood tree. Collect, mash them up, place in jar and pour fresh pressed oil over them till completely covered. let them sit and soak... the longer the better,
rub just over your heart
and you will be amazed.
she found the broken ones. the ones no longer dressed as boughs.
the ones that littered terra... whose buds were deathly close to rock hard.
branch after broken branch... she picked each bud off and she made a healthy pile inside her fist.
Then she found the yellow stamens left over from the bees pollen harvest and hot summer air and storms and she picked another pile in her other hand.
"okay you"... she thought.
"if this is really what you want..."
she mixed the
bud stamen and oil
inside of a long thin glass
and placed it up upon the sill.
To find sunlight and starlight
as much as you can stand
because
the longer the better the recipe said.
I failed.
I am no better than the brainwashed and officially no good to you any more.
and so... when the oil becomes thick and smells like an honest goodbye
I beg you
Lets see if we can make winter of our heart .
