I have an inspirational picture of Rocky Balboa.
Like all inspirations it is a form of hubris.
Snow falls lightly enough to stick
to my purple and white knit cap.
My leather jacket and dirty white jeans
are far from the appropriate attire.
Looking up at the sky,
I figure the hill is an easy climb
and a possible sprint.
Will I feel the burn
and warm my barely covered bones?
I hear the beat in my head.
I try to match the up tempo.
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