Sunday football –
players emerge head-bowed
from their sermons
blowing a gale –
trees and forwards
stripped of life
for some
the ball goes only
where the wind wants it to
two fumbles
and suddenly Dick
in the clear
late winter squall –
smooth passing
gone with the clouds
bathed in sunshine
the game an eye-catching
bog of resignation
glare of the sun
such and such offloads it
to such and such
wind
no wind, Leroy
doing what he does
sun sinks low
Daisy sees his chance
and leaps for it
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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