I have made a lean-to

For the Halloween Pumpkin.

It faces all incoming

And outgoing


I check my jack-o’-lantern

On the Hour

From eight after dark,

When it’s lit,

To the first hour

Of the next day.

When it is extinguished.

It is alight for

A Trinity of Nights.

It offers the Souls


And a place to cluster,

Away from the Lighthouse.

Sometimes their shadows

Dim the flame.

Sometimes those incoming

And outgoing


Veer their course,

Away from Partridge Island.

Sometimes I don’t make

My hourly check.

For the Dead

At this time of year

Can be

None too friendly.

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