Here's a summertime post from The New York Times' Metropolitan Diary. It's a poem whose theme will resonate with Nantucketers who have been longing to see the last of the irritating summer visitors (not the nice ones, of course, or the ones who don't ride bikes on the sidewalks or walk down the middle of the street as if it's Disneyland...)
A Poem for the End of Summer
By RICHARD STORM
The wealthy, pretty people are all
at the beach, leaving the rest of us
in an ordinary city
with manageable streets.
Soon they’ll be back, with
vacation-reading book reviews
and complaints about how
that place has really gone off,
filling the roads with goldenrod cabs,
and we will know,
truer than falling leaves,
that summer is over.