The passage I’m using appears on pages 134-136 of A Place to Stand by Jimmy Santiago Baca. I chose it because he paints a vivid picture of what his childhood home and his grandfather were like, and because it’s a nostalgic, pleasant memory within the cruel, unrelenting prison environment. Sometimes all we have to hold onto are the small pleasantries, because big ones don’t exist.
I think prose and poetry differ in that when writing prose, you can include a lot more description