Round 15 – Haiku Bob – where the moon is


winter debris

the game starts






small crowd

the clatter

of a train





small crowd

only the sound

of Cloke marking






steal  the moon

our lead disappears





winter gust

the ruckman

loses his footing






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






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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