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
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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