jet lag fog —
Daisy handballs over his head
to his opponent
low cloud —
Hawks wilting under
the press
leaves gone —
Cloke leads into
the space
murky day–
Cloke’s hands
trap the light
flags flutter
on top of the scoreboard —
the kick doesn’t come back
night rolls in…
Hawthorn’s back six
thin and brittle
sun disappears —
floodlights gather up
shadows
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.
Hawks hit hard
and harder still
they hold steady
Pies power on
a powerhouse
skilled, unbowed
In the eye
all knowing
hubris hangs low
I’ll stick to my day job, just had to squeeze a bit of the hurt out.
Cheers