mothballs ~
the moon disappears
behind a cloud
Pendlebury fumbles
it turns out
we are not alone
half-moon ~
again we hit the front
and fall behind again
missed goal ~
I run my fingers through
my bald head
48 years old ~
still wishing I could kick
like I wish they could kick
season over ~
all the flowers in the vase
dead
late winter
after the final siren
staring at nothing
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.
Superb HB. Running your fingers through your bald head. Sadly I know what that’s like.
Ditto Dips. That’s why I take worry beads to every game. Nice one HB. 2016 looms as a big one for CFC. Can they rise to the expectations?