stars appearing
our game plan in a million
pieces
gazing
at the centre half forward
no longer there
sharp wind
Hodge’s torpedo
pierces the night
swirling breeze
whichever way we want to go
we can’t
cloudless night
from somewhere a cloud
of hawks
in the clear
Toovey kicks it out of bounds
just like that
hope gone
our full-forward
comes to life
no way back
nothing to do but take in
Buddy
leaving early
I’m not in the mood for it
either
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.
‘Toovey kicks it out of bounds
just like that’
-i know exactly how you feel.
Danni