Spring
all the colours
in the crowd
fluffy clouds
the softest
of frees
dead rubber
all the goals
from tight angles
drifting petals
Didak one way
then the other
clouds come and go
the pace of Pendlebury
deceptive
nowhere to turn faking a handpass
we reach September
with nothing
but hope
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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