where there’s no light

 

 

setting
sun
far
fr
o
m
it

Beams
where

there’s
no
light

 

 

wet
under
foot

Harry’s
careful
side

steps
through
traffic

 

 

rain
falls

swirling
& bobbing
up

Didak

 

 

sliver of moon Fasolo threads it through

 

 

on
& off
rain

Cloke’s
form

blurred

 

 

night closes in
two and a half goals
down

 

 

icing
the
cake

a goal
follows
another

Jolly
tap

 

 

crumbs
gets tackled
falls

kicks
sealer

wrong-
footed

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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