Round 15 – Haiku Bob – where the moon is

 

winter debris

the game starts

scrappily

 

 

 

 

small crowd

the clatter

of a train

 

 

 

 

small crowd

only the sound

of Cloke marking

 

 

 

 

clouds

steal  the moon

our lead disappears

 

 

 

 

winter gust

the ruckman

loses his footing

 

 

 

 

moonlight

between the clouds

Pendlebury fishes it out

 

 

 

 

losing feeling in my fingers

a few fumbles

leads to a goal

 

 

 

 

Sunday night game

we get home

late

 

 

 

 

it doesn’t matter

where the moon is

we beat Carlton

 

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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