out of sorts ~
the coach takes aim
at his critics
season already over ~
I tweak
my CV
pre-game huddle ~
the players who look better
than they are
gaping holes
in the middle of the ground
I spit out apple seeds
goal for goal
my hope comes
and goes
outgoing tide ~
the opposition
pulls away
Autumn dusk ~
all the color
behind one of the goals
after the defeat ~
we chat about things
that don’t matter

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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