It’s that time of year again.
The whole clan has gathered and jobs
must be posted:
Some workers are,um, hostile toward their siblings:
Others make provisions:
Just stay out of the kitchen.
My car gave me this sign:
What’s done is done.
Although I’ll miss this place.
How many gas shacks are shingled
and decorated with hooked fish?
Clear skies and empty beaches.
That’s the sign we’re all looking for.