piercing light the defender touches a nerve
partly closed roof
the ball hovers
between flanks
filling the stands
with groans
stubbed toe
ump and player
in heated discussion –
the sunlight’s slant
edge of winter –
crossing the 50 metre line
he falls over
falling leaves them all behind Harry
clouds adrift so many goals not kicked
Pendlebury shuffles the forward line falls into place
late autumn
our lead
trimmed
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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