dead leaves
we scramble the goal
that kills them off
traditional rivals
the bright and dark sides
of the stadium
Anzac Day
a Bomber blitz opens up
old wounds
late April
the distant rumble
of the ‘G
cloudless sky
the umpire asks
for clarification
autumn sunshine
the tattooed player’s tattoos
soften
last rays
Grundy splits
the middle
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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