boot camp

no, I am not wearing combat boots,
I am not grunting as I run up a hill,
my backpack thumping on my back,
nor cursing under my breath.
this is flute boot camp, my breath
taken away in less than 5 minutes,
I am hoarse from the effort and I
am called to do more,
I move towards the flute reluctantly,
cursing my commander,
a tall South African wearing flip flops
and shorts, it would be laughable
if it weren't so hard.
i'll wear my slippers and pajamas
and go back to it then until
the flute falls from my lips,
I will be back tomorrow.