rising up
into the night sky ~
the moon and the Sherrin
the way wind
moves clouds ~
Pendlebury pulls his kick
light shimmers
on the points of the Sherrin
~ banana kick
dusk settles ~
we keep them scoreless
for the whole quarter
night clouds ~
all the light at one end
of the ground
broken clouds ~
loose men everywhere
inside fifty
Treloar still finding it what’s left of the moon
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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