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
goal!
sultry night
our grip on the lead
loosens
full moon
trapped behind clouds
ball-up
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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