autumn veins

autumn night
long before it ends
the game over

goal in the first minute
and the last in between
the scrap

deep autumn veins bulge on the neck of the coach

sun long gone the forward line lacking spark

sultry night
a set shot
slides away

away game
short passing
left behind

some leaves dead Swan blows them away

last quarter
the slow climb
for the speccy

nearing winter Brown’s knee in my bones

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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