Powerless in Pasadena

In the great dead heart of Houston,
The rains came pouring down.

With them wind or lightning,
That brought the power down.

I sit here in the afterglow,
My head upon a frown.

Watching time pass me by,
As the dark clouds run around.

Glooming up my busy day,
And bringing me to the ground.

This poem’s not put to paper,
But to a computer disk spun round.

So I sit and watch the day go by,
With no poem yet put down.

Powerless in Pasadena,
As the unseen sun goes down.

Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull

9/15/01

Even my writing has become dependant on technology’s whim.