My last poem was deleted.

It was a poem about a bus driver.

I’ll try and recite it. Ahem…

I’m a bus driver.

Some words.

More words.

A few clever rhymes.

A reference to Apollo.

A rant about a green winter.

More self pity.

A clever word or two about the

Verb : to march,

and the month.

Related back to the bus driver

A reference to amplified sound

and silence,

I, the bus driver, notice the poet.

Exchange of eye contact.

A slow nod.

The poet exits

I drive away.

Another brilliant poem

ruined by technology.