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
defenders
swirling leaves
suddenly Ablett
somewhere else
kicking yips I reach for my beer
lull
in the scoring the chill
returns
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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