signs of spring
after a brief burst
scent of decay
nightfall
Beams
carrying
us
slipping moon
Cloke gets his hands to it
and drops it
would kill for a goal another chance butchered
offline again
the ball lands
in an empty seat
Cloke rumoured to be gone he is tonight
edge of spring
almost imperceptible sniff
of victory
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.
I see a bad moon is rise’n
I see that Cloke is on his way…………..