out of sight

edge of the city the sound of a goal


late start
an early rush
of goals


twilight game
how soon the forwards put us
out of sight


broken clouds in the space between Beams


full moon
Didak still going round


swirling leaves
suddenly Ablett
somewhere else


kicking yips I reach for my beer


in the scoring the chill


twilight game Suns barely visible

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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