Autumn night –
all kinds of noises
from the packed stadium
arch rivals –
it takes six men
to eject the drunk
another point pointless complaining
leaves crackle and pop goes Reiwoldt’s hamstring
slipping away
the first leaves
and our early lead
crickets –
Ball’s pulse fills
the pack’s hollow
bloke on a stretcher
ball in Cloke’s hands
both sicken me
autumn deepens the coach’s best days behind him
leaving the stadium wishing I believed in something
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.
HB – I could actually feel your pain.