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                        … Андрею Макаревичу

Наши желания пахнут дорогой,

что пролегает по кряжам и весям.

Хмурится небо. Мне кажется, строго

ангел взирает. Похоже он взвесил

разные штучки подвластные только,

тем, кто летает сквозь время на вдохе.

С неба свисает лимонная долька.

Чай остывает. За чаем эпоха

тает в тумане. Уходит в распадок

страх, что не будет нам больше улыбок.

Только я выплесну с чаем осадок,

грея в ладонях дрожащие «либо».

Птенчик, которому страшно и зябко.

Ангел – не ангел. Петляет дорога.

Ветер и утро сжимают в охапку.

Ангел, прости, что смотрю в небо строго.

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