Patricia S. Baker

i handed out ten copies,
then broke out in coldest sweat;
how could i let them read these words—
i was no poet yet.

i can’t remember what was said
as they critiqued my poem;
but i could’ve kissed that guy who asked
if he could take it home.

©2006 by Patricia S. Baker
First printed in Writer’s Journal, (Nov/Dec 2006)