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Ветреные причуды
Параллельные ипостаси
Путь2003
ПрефиксMyPoems
Прикосновенье ветра влажных губ.
В неверии своём вульгарно-груб
я поднимаю воротник и следом плечи,
всем видом отторгая знак любви.
Прости меня, я терпелив, и не злоблив,
и многому на свете не перечу,
и многого с упрямством детским жду.
Не принимай озноб мой за вражду.
Да, руки спрятал по карманам я плаща.
Мой взгляд уткнулся в заросли плюща.
Но не расплющен. Он скользит вдоль стен.
Наверх. Туда, где быстро скрылась тень,
гонимых ветром серых облаков.
Я не сказал, что ветром быть легко.
Я не признался в явном для него.
Напуганные щелкой огневой
меж заневосочек в окне среди плюща:
он скрылся, я остался трепеща
стоять, дрожать. Сам (без его причуд).
А ветру кажется – я всё ещё лечу.
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2 апр. 2021 г.
2003
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