For today's prompt, pick a city, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem. Your poem can praise or belittle the city. Your poem could be about the city or about the people of the city. Your poem could even have seemingly nothing to do with the city. But the simple act of picking a city will set the mood (to a certain degree), so choose wisely.
Mesa Mathruh, Egypt
Of the donkey drawn taxi carriages
Of the cotton candy man
Of the sales men boys along the beach
Of the aqua blue sea mingling with
The white, white powered sands
Of the ship-ships hitting the sanded road
Moo or Bah
Of the loose herds crossing the streets
Of kites flying higher than the
Mosque’s twin towers
The calling to worship
Five times a day echoing off the sea.
I listen to Mesa Mathruh
As she asks me where I’ve been.