So Do We

So Do We
by A.C. Harwell
The belly — full as any fountain, where the birds
rise in plumes.
The peanuts rattle against the floor; they may
as well be porcelain.
The man remains abstinent in the subway tunnel
waiting for the reverberations of the saxophone.
Five men watch for owls, rolling up their
pants where ice water trickles down from the hair on
their legs.
The cairn bird collects chaff and
so do we.