cicadas ~
the crowd reaches
fever pitch
Autumn begins ~
Pendlebury drifts forward
drifts back
no moon ~
our midfield
invisible
a great goal!
but we need
another
nothing in it ~
the cigarette
all but ash
remote pub ~
Darcy lines up the goals
a long way from home
swaying branches ~
the ruckman throws his leg
at the ball
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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