"Motion," by Evie M.

A whistling 

floods the stadium,

and behind it

stands a tall, 

older man, 

equipped with 

a white and black

striped polo.

The team repping 

red jerseys 

stand at the end line 

to shag balls,

while the orange jerseyed team 

begins hitting lines.

The contact 

of the players palm

and wrist, 

snapping at the top of the ball,

echos, 

as the ball spins forward, barreling

towards the floor.

Shoes squeak 

as the net ducks, hoping to avoid

the 3 volleyballs 

peering over the tape

of the net,

ready

to cross its path.