Right on the dot
Of a clock.

The 20th minute
 Post meridiem

Zap boom bah
Summer is over.

Then wait for a minute
And Autumn begins.

I went up the
Circular staircase
Of my lighthouse,
And leaned against
The railing
On that exact minute,
To watch whatever
Hand of time
Would shuffle the deck.

I do believe
The sunlight
Did flicker.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}