clear skies ~
the captain
steers us home
the trail
of a shooting star
bounding down the wing
balmy night ~
all the tackles
stick
leaves fall ~
the young ruckman
comes into view
stars
evenly spaced ~
fifteen different goalkickers
night hush ~
the losing coach
lost for words
a record
that stood
until I went bald
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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