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О несмаргиваемом
Пятая вечность
Путь1962
ПрефиксMyPoems
Трещат, как лёд на лужах, ноябри.
Осознанно на них я наступаю.
Моя слеза, не то что бы скупая,
за щёку щиплет. Как замерзнет – подбери.
В одном из ноябрей я был любим.
В каком-то после, вдруг, об этом вспомнив
я эти слёзы сбрасывал, как комья…
Мы лёд на лужах рушим: не скоблим.
Прости, что помня месяц, я забыл
что побуждало прятать эту льдинку.
Она не таяла – хрустальная блондинка…
Зачем я приобрёл набор зубил?
Зачем?.. Мне в тот ноябрь не пробить
ни толстый лёд, ни тоненькую стену.
Зачем приоткрывать путь к запустенью.
Зачем в те комья я кладу карбид.
Я не скажу: гори оно огнём.
Какой огонь. Декабрь мечет просо.
Но наступать на лужи так же просто.
А вот ноябрь никак мы не сморгнём.
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8 дек. 2020 г.
1962
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