I showed a poem I love to my old friend.
She begged a copy (the sincerest praise).
She liked the piece enough to recommend
a reading to a thinker she respects,
who saw so accurately what I penned
that I felt humbled, passionately shy,
a little hesitant. I won’t pretend
I wasn’t pleased – I read those words for days –
I guess I’m stunned some people comprehend.

(Magic 9)