autumn remains –
a few minutes left
of the low scoring game
away game
the ball not going
to the right spots
one goal down in the rain sinking lower into the sofa
scores level vapor rises from the outer
branches snap off another knee
thin rain
hopes of winning
appear fainter
glowing softly
in the floodlights
Didak’s goal
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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