Spying Fort de France
a mere ferry ride away;
like New Orleans worse for wear
it beckons with Francophile charm.
A McDonald’s greets you
upon disembarking
And cranes popping up
New buildings as the façade
of French charm wanes.
Icy, air conditioned malls abound
and the Black pearl is boarded up
and the distillery is closed
and the fort is closed.
Kiosks are shuttered
but mementos honed in China
fill the Tilo rack.
The well reviewed Mexican restaurant
not open when it should be.
There’s ample light pollution
once the sun goes down
and the people are really nice
but it seems all the good stuff
is shuttered and closed.