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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