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                                   Вдохновлено картиной

                                   Аси Додиной и Славы Полищука

Ангел, любящий графику, ткал из ливня ковёр.

От Европы до Африки вёл ночной разговор,

С каждым мокшим в отдельности, в том числе и со мной.

Что пугало, вдруг сделалось проходимой стеной.

 

Льётся песня (знакомая с допотопных времён),

Грудь стянув не оковами, не плащом, не ремнём.

Прорисованы зонтики. Смыты напрочь следы.

Не хватало экзотики? Зонт закрой и следи.

 

Ангел, любящий линии, не шутник, а стратег.

Мы такие голимые вдруг замедлили бег.

И теперь мы повязаны, став рисунком в ковре.

Лишь хватило бы разума, как воды во дворе.

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