every good move

fallen leaves
the ground they cover
chasing Joel Selwood

just like old times
every good move
contains Buckley

rain holding off
the forwards
can’t get near it

chilled to the bone
the felled player
motionless

cloud blocked moon —
a good chance the ball
is where Selwood is

entering time on
a goal down —
seagulls circle

rain finally comes —
wishing it didn’t end
this way

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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