In a creative writing class I took part in years ago, we did an exercise of walking around the block then coming back and writing down everything we saw. It would be impossible to do that in 14 lines for my five minute walk to the shops, but here’s a partial account.
November verse 16: A walk to the shops Dotty silver snail trails, roses, skittish skinks and lorikeets, gardeners, leaf blowers, hoses, cafe tables on the street, three crossword collaborators (quick, not cryptic), Uber waiter, handless Lady of La Vang, cloth monkey left to hang, stroller, skateboard, backward trolley, taxi revving at the rank, homeless regular, eyes blank, child who's spilled a bag of lollies. In my ears Waleed and Scott untie existential knots.
Maybe line 7 needs explanation. Here she is, in someone’s beautifully tended front garden: