seconds ticking

 

august night
hot puffs of breath
enter the stadium

 

 

the moon witness to all the mistakes under the sun

 

 

night
chill

Reid
rises

from
the
mist

 

bare trees
all authority
gone from our game

 

 

Saints hit the front
the stadium changes
tune

 

 

long
bomb

the rush
to Cloke

for
crumbs

 

 

night mist
Harry up to his neck
in Milne

 

 

precious
seconds

ticking
men

huddled
over

the
ball

 

 

deep into the last Swan never lost from view…

About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.

Comments

  1. Phil Dimitriadis says:

    Perfect description HB. The less said about that match the better.

  2. We were there, dastardly tension……..
    Not the outcome we were looking for..

  3. haiku bob says:

    alas, again molly…

  4. John Harms says:

    Bizarrely HB I was there. Good to see D. Jolly find some form. Still trying to work out how the Saints got back into it and then how they couldn’t win it.

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