pre-match
the dressing room fills
with smoke
Community Cup –
decked out in team colours
the family dog
in the clinches
beer guts hold
right of way
burly rover streams forward
way up ahead
his former self
rain comes
the crowd on the hill
unmoved
half-time –
hamstring on ice the Rockdog’s frayed
guitar strings
wind-stripped trees
the ground covered
in streakers
shifty winds
the game decided
by a ring-in
dying sun
Dermie’s bleached hair
holds the light
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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