poem poems


Beneath the morning sun
a shadow follows me,
with her long hair blowing in the wind,
wearing pendant earrings, long nails,
tight clothes, shoes and purse,
even my strawberry lipstick.

To follow me,
she stretches on the gritty road,
then flies across the lake,
climbs the trees, carelessly,
as if everything in the world
were a smooth lawn.

She leaves me
when I reach the gate of my home.
This disguised guardian angel
who kept me company
always mute,
all of a sudden, disappears
into the hedge of hibiscus.


Poems: A page of Rosa Clement´s site
© (1999)