I am neither a big fan of the poet Baudelaire nor am I a big fan of prose poems, but this one got my attention.
I'll admit that the opening got my interest and I wanted to know how, but I too often find prose poems to be just prose. Like flash fiction. Poetic language? Perhaps, but many novelists have poetic language but I would not call a novel an epic prose poem.
I'm told that intent is key in making a prose poem a poem. That is a tough one to evaluate.
Feel free to educate me on this with a comment.
from the Summer 2019 issue of The Yale Review, in which four other prose poems by Charles Baudelaire appear.