winter gloom
one of our players faintly resembles
a player
not a single goal
for the quarter –
the cold!
overcome
by the cold
like Toovey’s kicking
snap from the pocket
how harsh it sounds
when they score a goal
dark clouds
no matter how hard I look
no-one doing anything
winter sun
out of sight
ten goals down
deep winter
now more than ever
we need a goal
night gathers
on the wet grass
the defender picks himself up
misty moon
all the ex-skipper’s flaws
forgotten
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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