starting a fire –
at the opening bounce
someone gets knocked out
scent of woodsmoke –
Pendlebury pauses
and changes direction
autumn colours –
a purple patch
in the first quarter
clear skies
the ball disappears
into the crowd
late autumn night
the drone
of another goal
spinning leaf
Fasolo curls one
over his head
deep into autumn
Young’s kick goes deep
inside fifty
night cools
the fast scoring
slows
winter looms
the veteran’s calf
wrapped in ice
About rob scott
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
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