In honour of the flâneur elements of Kim Cheng Boey’s lovely book The Singer, I’ve written a walk-to-the-shops stanza. It turns out this isn’t the first of these I’ve done. An 2020 foray is here.
5. A walk to Marrickville Metro Jacaranda, bouganvilly, Roses, jasmine, bottlebrush, strelitzia, gymea lily, solo lorikeet in a rush: most days I trudge past ignoring all this colour, see just boring ads for things that no one needs and concrete broken up by weeds. Grey hoodie man gesticulating talks to god or to his buds. Woman's headset booms and thuds. The cool youth by the pool are skating, young ones climb and swing and twist. I pass by with my shopping list.
Me fail? I fly! 