Poem....Buttermilk Skies
I move my eyes
Toward buttermilk skies
Away from clutter
Of made up lies
I seek a distance
From those in persistence
Charting self absorbed paths
Through least resistance
The song of a bird
Simply to be heard
Not seeking acclaim
Not spreading a word
So those buttermilk skies
Are there for our eyes
Containing simple truths
While ignoring our cries
Rabid Poet
