sunny afternoon
the smooth curve
of a perfect pass
tangled branches join up a passage of play unbroken
away game
our sure passing
other-worldly
one or two clouds
Howe leaps
to swat them away
winter light
for a moment not believing
Blair’s goal
sunlit field
everywhere the ball goes
Cloke marking
waiting for dusk
and our lead
to have gone
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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