last gasp win
bringing up the lot
about an old love
intercept mark
another look
at the moon
errant short passing
all these pieces of my life
leading nowhere
no goals
the probability
of falling leaves
she says ‘I do’
we agree to forget about
the result
final siren
the whisky’s grip
on my chest
wedding reception
news of the win flows through
the champagne
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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