Tuesday, May 14, 2013

A Poem for Board Preparation


The taste of hard work
is coffee on my tongue:
rich, bitter, sweet.

It is long days
and early mornings.
It is practice
and repeat.
It is progress,
made one day at a time
by inches.
It is solitude in parallel.

And when the work is done,
it is success and celebration.

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