down to the wire my thinning hair
April moon
through cloud –
a long bomb to nowhere
autumn colour
a goal
from a blue
autumn wind
and Macaffer too
in Johnson’s face
where there’s no-one Elliot marks
autumn wind
all night Harry
twisting, turning
forced to kick
the backman with a wonky boot
scores a goal
one or two green leaves
Collingwood
not dead yet
last minute loss
the long walk
to the station
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.
I Like that one.
thanks Steve.