shadows of September –
we do everything
but win
Spring
around the corner
Buddy’s curl
getting a run-on
the moon comes out
from the clouds
warmer nights
the ball slides off
Goldy’s boot
end of Winter –
we go all the way back
to the goal square
Rioli breaks clear –
the movement
in the forward line
beaten again –
my daughter
saves the day
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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