still the crowd


Good Friday –
we discuss who ought
to be culled

Easter Saturday –
we enter the game
without our leader

a shot at goal
brings howls from the crowd –
full moon

no wind missed kicks still the crowd

autumn night
nothing much going on
except Pendlebury

dusk –
Daisy splits the night
into before and after

one way or another
the ruckman’s tap
ends in a goal

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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