"Southwest 3"

g r a p e z posted a prose poem on his blog. It also had a photo along with it (actually, there are a whole series of photos with verse poems and prose poems). Since this is the first time I found poems with photos accompanying them on this site I figured I'd review a poem. "Southwest 3" is almost a short short story. But I think it's a poem because the plot doesn't seem quite strong enough to be a story. The descriptive language also suggests a poem to me. Particularly beautiful and descriptive is this sentence: "Dark windows stared out at him like the empty eyes of the man he saw that crisp fall night." I just like it. I don't know why.