Rough Riding

I try to early-leave for every flight
(less nervous if there should be a delay),
and usually the train conveys me right
on time, but there were rough events today.
Police have something wrong to clear away,
or so each PA syllable explains.
I reached the airport, but I write to say
I had to board no fewer than four trains.

(Huitain)

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