deep winter
the Sherrin threads
the night
bitter night
another goal
wasted
lull in the game
an indescribable
handpass
down
to the last sip
a much needed goal
mind empty of thought
a goal
from nowhere
routine win
all the things
I have to do
winter gloom
nothing more
than the four points
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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