A forest of weights, small stacks
the jungle music of current pop
the LED light.
If no one is present
the gym does and does not exist
empty in its purposelessness
whole lives lost when it is filled
and wounds healed.
When I walk through the quiet evenings
and hear the gently movement of weights
repeating the same path
through the air
and hear the soft movement of muscle and sinew
and if I close my eyes
and ignore the pop music
it is very much like a quiet evening
back on the farm
the gentle motion of things
even though you are still.
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