the sunlight’s slant

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


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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