first tackle –
the sun
ducks its head
night comes –
Harry closes up
a gap
clods of dirt fly in Daisy’s blazing path
balmy night
all our mistakes
softened
evening of faint stars
Leon misses
and misses again
something unremarkable
sparks a sudden flood
of goals
fingertipper –
Leon’s grab
nicks the moon
old-timer
looks left, looks right
gets tackled
Cloke lines up –
does he hold his breath
too?
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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