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Как приятно внезапно столкнуться с собой,

зажигающим спичку,

                    забывшим, что бросил курить,

у витрины…

           А ночь неизменно

                            дрожит фонарём за спиной.

    

И пока огонёчек в руках голубой,

вырывается птичкой,

                      запишем: «Не время корить»…

И отринув,

              качнувшись безменом,

                             сдружиться с весной.


А потом долго дуть на ожёг на руке

и топтаться на месте,

                  сконфуженно глядя во тьму

через годы.

               Та тьма непроглядна,

                                   но видно в ней всё.


За бортом, под крылом в небесах, на реке,

может статься, нам вестью

                  простуженной в нос и в корму,

может гордо,

                  огней тех гирлянда

                                           надежду несёт.

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28 мая 2021 г.

2070

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Не улетающий ожёгМиша Мазель
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