Round 1 – Haiku Bob: first bounce


first bounce ~
the night begins
its sounds




nothing remains
of the game I grew up with
~ autumn sky



dusk ~
deep in the pocket
the goalsneak loiters



autumn night ~
moments scattered
all over the ground




rain squalls ~
fumble fumble


sultry night
our grip on the lead


full moon
trapped behind clouds




sticky night ~
the wait for the next goal
forms a skin





full moon ~
the stadium
falls silent


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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