Artifacts from the Trash

I throw things away. I also chronically recycle. So it’s no wonder barely any of my poetry survives. So when I found this, it made me smile. A little piece of 16 yr old Noemi. Ah, and I still really like it. That’s a surprise.

The sun burns the sky

leaving behind empty clouds

And they pass away.

Shadows come alive

they take shape in just a glimpse

And they pass away.

I wrote this in Romania, somewhere in the mountains, according to what’s left of the journal. I wrote alot of awesome things in this journal, in fact. One of my favorites, “Life is not fair, but it isn’t unfair either. It has no fairness property.” Oh yeah, fairness property. I really hope I didn’t talk like that.