win against the bottom team
the stadium half-full
and half-empty
first bounce –
seagulls skirt
the centre square
lull in the game –
empty seats where only the rain
speaks
cloud blunt sun –
one handball then another
until it’s gone
shot from right in front –
the undeniable silence
of a miss
sun pokes through
once in a while a kick
finds its target
sunbeams –
somehow from that angle
a goal
winter showers –
in patches the game
we came to see
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.
Melancholy old mate, but beautiful.
onya, Dips.
I don’t think I was the only one who found it utterly underwhelming.
If you look at the demeanor of the two coaches in the post-match press conferences, Bucks looked like the losing coach.
HB.