grey skies
we show nothing
to half-time
winter darkness
our shortcomings
so clear
sun in the clouds
finally we find
a pulse
before the downpour
a flood
of goals
sheets of rain
the deficit
erased
rain squalls
one Swan
keeps bobbing up
winter rain
the grandstand overflows
with jubilant fans
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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