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Kevin D. Norwood
Popcorn at the Beach
Multitudes of seagulls
flap roisterously around me
swooping dangerously close
their wings at times
brushing my arm or bald pate
as they swarm the illicit
popcorn I throw in the air
violating beach regulations
the birds’ hunger and my need
for amusement justify
this wanton display
of shore despoliation
my regret, the consternation
of hungry sandpipers
over-swarmed by gulls
driven off empty-beaked
my time now, past 70, is like
popcorn scattered, eaten, forgotten
remnants swept away by the tide
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