I never know who reads my stuff
I try to guess,
but it is tough
Not many leave
behind a trace
Nor do I meet
them face-to-face…
But my clever
blog counts up your views!
I am so lucky, you enthuse;
Around the
world, in all time zones
Someone,
somewhere, reads my poems!
This year has
harped on jabs and masks;
More freedoms
seem too much to ask
But let us hope
for brighter things
To give my
inspiration wings!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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