As I am in a transition right now, I don't have the opportunity to sit and compose any serious pieces. It is typical for me to overextend myself beyond my resources. Still my marketing venture is going well, people are enjoying my books and I have time to compose some light verse while riding in the subway.
For My Friend, Perseverance
They thought they could trap her like a bird,
slam shut the window they used to lure her
then batter her to the deck, stand on her neck
and pluck every single feather from her.
But she bounced around like a bullet,
riddled their lies till they were heaped in piles
then hovered like a buzzing hummingbird
before shooting through the roof.