setting sun
an old friend
who slipped away
opening bounce
the ump clears the pack
of seagulls
waning moon
with every score the margin
narrows
cherry petals
all the little things
Goldsack does
bright patch
the first Daisy chain
of spring
tackle after tackle
the thump
of my heartbeat
late September
the Magpies
still alive
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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