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Путь2080
ПрефиксMyPoems
Стремглав летит непознанное нечто,
как тротуаром тополиный пух.
И невдомёк зачем тебе перечат
и жаждут разглядеть в глазах испуг.
Едва качаются антенны под закатом.
И птицы замерли. И жук гудит фрезой.
Твой город в ожидание закатан.
Всё это не нарушится грозой.
Вернётся сразу. Высохнет. Накатит.
И ты опять непониманью рад.
И мысль твоя сейчас подобна гати.
Всё зыбко. А на вскидку нет преград.
Умытая, в преддверьи сна, дорога,
и редкие прохожие, и ты.
Меж слов и букв мелькнула ночи тога.
Промеж антенн – блестят росой цветы.
И всё на миг остановилось. Незаметно
подкрался пониманья шустрый бес.
А дальше – прочерк. Город предрассветный.
И загнутой страничкой крыши срез.
More about creation background and etc ...
2 июл. 2021 г.
2080
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