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Каприччо

Штрихами по воде наискосок

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А кто умеет? Вы? Ну, да. Ну, да...

Да обойдёт Вас стороной беда.

И пусть всегда, везде у Ваших ног

скребётся море нежно о порог.

Скребётся... словно ножик о пирог,

как ноги по шершавостям дорог.

Пусть те, кто дорог, к Вам придут на пир.

Сегодня.

          Я? 

            Я, как всегда, на пирс.

Не впрок и не постфактум

                                (вверх и вниз),

Там мой каприс совсем не мой каприз.


Я, как умею, собираю их.

Моря.

   Оря.

      Творя.

             Хоть внешне – тих.

Я внешне похожу на свой портрет,

и я не знаю точно, сколько лет:

мне сколько лет, и сколько лет ищу

умение.

        О нет, я не грущу.

Возможно, я немножечко продрог,

и море не похоже на пирог.

в нём неуменье канет без следа.

А кто умеет? Вы? Ну да...

                                  Ну да…

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