Prose Poetry is a well established tradition that many are unaware of.

Greek Scene 

He dismounted, hitched his horse to the huge mulberry tree, took a leak. 
The horse was looking at him. He slapped its neck. 
“We’re young,” he said. 
The sun was calling out among the osiers. 
The cicadas were coming on strong. 
The fig tree’s shadow banged against the stones. 
A huge red sail was flapping above the plane trees. 
The horse was twitching its ears, sometimes the one, 
sometimes the other, while below, 
two young boatmen were rolling the huge iron barrel along the road.

Yiannis Ritsos (transl. from Greek)