Only some of our journeys are planned

He was going the coming way

the driver explains and I’m sure

my grumped-up face shows  

that this is no reason for two vans

to be parked on my drive.

He who was going the coming way

arrived as the website to report

my lost bus pass crashes

which is why I’m at the window

during the swapping of parcels,

feeling as if I’m coming and going  

having tried to transfer credit

from my also-lost Oyster card

to a new one which now tells me

I must wait twenty-four hours

and nominate a station where

I can prove I am who I am,

and touch in on the card reader

but I can’t because tomorrow

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I shall be going the coming way.

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