cracking boughs ~
Collingwood falls back to earth
with a thud
eight goals down
like last week
never happened
Cloke shoots ~
this sudden desire
to look at the stars
reality check ~
it turns out we are where
I thought we were
deep autumn ~
the empty seats
before the final siren
whisky burning ice ~
our last hope
disappears
Cockatoo snaps ~
a cloud snuffs out
the moon

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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