The Girl I Never Met

The Girl I Never Met

The Girl I Never Met

The sun was setting as she walked into the house.
It was disappearing below the horizon rapidly.
All I saw was a glimpse of her
Her hair flowed to her shoulders
As she looked down at the steps
Rising into the beach bungalow
She wore shorts and a white t-shirt
From what I could see
She looked like a nice person
She reached for the screen door
At the same time the setting sun was no longer in the sky
As I looked back to see her for another second
I saw that she had entered the house
The next day I left the beach
I was never to see her again
Sometimes I wonder what became of her
But our meeting was not meant to be
She is only a memory without much meaning
But for some reason she lingers in my mind.

James Tucci

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The End of Summer- by James Tucci

The End of Summer- by James Tucci.

The End of Summer

The bay was rather still

It doesn’t blow most days till the afternoon

The leaves on the trees slightly moved

They would be turning orange and red in another few weeks.

The sand was still hot in the afternoon

And the skies were blue

White clouds floated around

These were the waning days of summer

He lived for the summertime

And soon it would be over

The first chill in the air was only a week or two away

Fall, winter and spring were on their way

Bringing the cold, the gray, the rain and the snow

The leaves on the trees would be on the lawns and in the gutter

The sands on the beach would be cold and damp

People would be wearing their coats and jackets

The sad part was

Another summer of his life was about to go away

Never to return

These days would turn to memories

No longer the glorious moments

In time and space that he so enjoyed

When the air was fresh and salty and filled with the scents of the grass and the flowers

All he was left with

Was to pine for the next summer

But in a short amount of time

It too would disappear

Never to return

And someday

Like the sunny summer

He would disappear

by James Tucci

Miami, Florida

The End of Summer- by James Tucci

The End of Summer

 

The bay was rather still

It doesn’t blow most days till the afternoon

The leaves on the trees slightly moved

They would be turning orange and red in another few weeks.

The sand was still hot in the afternoon

And the skies were blue

White clouds floated around

 

These were the waning days of summer

He lived for the summertime

And soon it would be over

The first chill in the air was only a week or two away

 

Fall, winter and spring were on their way

Bringing the cold, the gray, the rain and the snow

The leaves on the trees would be on the lawns and in the gutter

The sands on the beach would be cold and damp

People would be wearing their coats and jackets

 

The sad part was

Another summer of his life was about to go away

Never to return

These days would turn to memories

No longer the glorious moments

In time and space that he so enjoyed

When the air was fresh and salty and filled with the scents of the grass and the flowers

 

All he was left with  

Was to pine for the next summer

But in a short amount of time

It too would disappear

Never to return

 

And someday

Like the sunny summer

He  would disappearImage

 

by James Tucci

Miami, Florida

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