when blossoms fall –
Collingwood
falls apart
caught between
two defenders
the moon
September jitters –
passing it to the guy
who isn’t there
blown by a wind no one can see behind
bright moon
making no impression
on the scoreboard
Swan
keeping us in the game
just Swan
all the different moves
still no one
on Wingard
unthinkable moon
the blank stare
of the coach
September
the winners and losers’
different worlds
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.
Brilliant. As always.
Haunting, HB.
Evocative.
Evocatively haunting.
Brilliant HB. Just brilliant……
Infinitely better than the media outlets who all parrot the same stuff after each game.
“Passing to the guy who isn’t there…..”. Says it all so simply.
haiku is my therapy.
you need therapy following this mob.
thanks for indulging me.