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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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