soccer

Grass
stains
my shirt
that represents
my team and who we are
people huddle the ball
trying to kick it
some were
that is not
in the huddle.
Peoples breath
steam
through the air.
My chest hurts
from running
in the cold
at night
without water.
my team yells
for each others names.
Coaches
on the benches
their chins
cupped in their hands
the referee
blows
the whistle
as loud as unnecessary
its time to go.