sunny afternoon
the smooth curve
of a perfect pass
tangled branches join up a passage of play unbroken
away game
our sure passing
other-worldly
one or two clouds
Howe leaps
to swat them away
winter light
for a moment not believing
Blair’s goal
sunlit field
everywhere the ball goes
Cloke marking
waiting for dusk
and our lead
to have gone
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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