05-07-2015, 06:28 AM
(04-29-2015, 10:28 PM)gingerquiet Wrote: "Nothing Alike"
A strange man passed me
on the street
he wore ( a colon would have been nice here but I totally get why you didn't use one)
dark jeans
tattered sneakers
a crooked bowler (for some reason I wanted this line to end with the letter 'S' and the last word to have been plural)
and your cologne. (I like the tactile image here)
I stopped and held my breath.
Great poem, I love the spacing!