The gym swayed from its normal gray
to the peak of soft yellows
as five men in long, tweed coats
dappled into the gym.
Their heads buoyed slowly
from left to right
like bobbles on a string.
They spoke in waves
amidst each other as they strolled
around the machines in dress slacks.
Most with white and one with reddish
brown hair stood with hands in their pockets.
The peaceful sentinels huddled
around a treadmill, examining the buttons,
ruminating nothing.
They left lazily against the sweaty rhythm
of students, like a ball of cotton
floating in a whirly wind.
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