sunset
a few purple patches
kill off the game
evening sky
no great signs
only flashes
playing the bottom team
the caller questions
a lack of urgency
twilight game the zig-zag path to goal
empty seats
Cloke marks alone
and unattended
fading light
Wood losing
what little he had
twilight the light and shade of Pendlebury
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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