Spring wind
the game swings
side to side
not seeing
the wind
until Malceski’s kick
fast moving clouds
rioli and jetta
race the wind
swirling breeze
Jetta runs
in all directions
chill wind murmurs of an upset
threatening rain
Buddy’s kick
blown off course
splinters of light
the next goal
might win it
September dusk
blood mixes with sweat
with tears
rising moon
fingers itching
to touch the Cup
sun sets…
the last patch of red disappears
from the ‘G

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.
Love it HB. You are one of the few to pick the level of significance the wind had!
One of your best all year HB….and it wasn’t even about The Pies.
JTH
as Dermie said pre-match, it was no ordinary MCG wind.
thanks Dave.
HB.
Less is more. Wonderful stuff. Your clarity and elegance has been an inspiration and a retreat from the hoopla all season. Thanks HB.
You’re a legend Haiku Bob – can we expect the collection out in time for Christmas shopping?