09/05/25 A New Than-Bauk for a New Day

It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.

I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumes

They all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from them

If my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?

Today’s poem is a than-bauk.

Blast from the Past:

Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…