The Pledge

The pledge you made yesterday under the sunlight of March binds you closely to Poetry. But before proceeding further look into the auditorium: your audience droop and wilt like flowers that drank too much sun. They must be awakened, galvanized, alert to every message, both blatant and subtle. So let the trumpet in your voice sound forth, filling this place of silence with meaning. Improvise a drum roll to introduce a solo flute, that chases the trumpet melody and suddenly takes flight! As the flute flies, it draws me up into the air. We perform an awkward duet as we fly in tandem. Then I watch as the flute flies through scales and grace notes and comes to rest in a Largo. It is time for my solo, and it only requires I listen under the night sky to whatever message, blatant or subtle, that is delivered to me. Finally, I will drop the necessary words into mix like so many coins tossed into a baroque fountain of cool nocturnal waters.