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Эпоха метания. Диптих «Офорты»
Запах полыни. Пора отпусков
Путь1373
ПрефиксMyPoems
Листик, прилипший к подошве сандалии,
шваркает тихо по крою бордюра.
Кажется, чувства ничуть не скандалили
договорившись совсем не де-юре.
Кажется, осень ещё не предвидится.
Просто бросается пёстрыми перьями.
Музы прохожие юбками твидятся.
Буду казаться собою теперь им я.
Носится ветром дворами знакомыми
листик, слетевший с подошвы. Я – следом.
Запах полыни подобен оскомине,
лужам и росчеркам велосипеда.
Все мы усердно крутили педали.
Эхо стучалось как листики в форточки.
Мы не забыли и мы не придали:
просто в офорте мы сделались точками.
Просто де-факто мы сделались звуками:
разными (громкими, тихими, тайными).
Просто - попали к ветрам на поруки мы.
Просто - настала Эпоха метания.
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