Out on the beach yesterday, standing on my drainpipe dock, I witnessed the start of a poem I couldn't write.Skip to next paragraph
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A sea gull had found some wayward Cheetos, those orange air-filled puff snacks that stain your fingers. The gull would select one Cheeto, dunk it in a wave to moisten, then swallow it whole.
"Sea gulls eating Cheetos" had such a lyrical ring, I had to pass it along