Prompt: write a poem about a specific place.
It looks like
The poorest parts
of a Florida metropolis
To which you’ve never been
Bright colored buildings
Palm trees
Heat
The humidity permeates
And sticks to your skin
As you drive past
Faded storefronts
With damaged signs
Makeshift shelters covered by
Printed tarpaulin
Words you don’t recognize
Some that you do
Motorbikes with sidecars
The smell of exhaust
Travel is slow through the traffic
Street markets, shopping malls
Covered basketball courts
A sense of community abounds
It’s a world altogether foreign
But not unfamiliar
And the memory makes your heart long
For home