top of the table clash
spilling the wine I look up
Heater fumbles
the air crisps Pendlebury’s pinpoint pass
autumn thickens
no way through
Sandilands
night breeze
flat-footed forwards
in Toovey’s wake
darkening skies Cloke from dead in front…
all the fallen leaves –
we get numbers
around the ball
umpire’s appreciation round the sound of groans
some leaves holding on Ball lays another tackle
the moon
at the end of the corridor
sharked by Didak
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.
HB,
Can’t wait for next week’s haiku.
Hopefully it’s a ripper tussle.
PF
The Haikus are among my favourite parts of the Almanac.
Thanks Mum!