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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