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Ну же… (Куст-дикобраз или размышления "не по Андрею Болконскому")
По запотевшему стеклу
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Навеяно фото работами
Алексея Лебединского
Ворот приподнят. Ветер контужен.
Ты одинок и немного простужен.
Снег у обочины. Стылые лужи.
Эхо одно лишь отчетливо... “Ну же!..”
Ты не Болконский. Дуба не встретил,
только кустарник, пронзающий ветер.
Голые ветки, как шрамы на небе.
Был ли ты раньше? Похоже, что не был.
Ветки на небе, как шрамы на сердце.
Две полосы, не ведущие к дверце.
Лужи застыли, а время уходит,
только дойдет ли оно до восхода?
Ну, а куда ему, собственно, деться?
Следом пойду, позабыв оглядеться.
Треснут, как лужи, возможно, сомненья…
Шпалы легли, как к надежде ступени.
Куст-дикобраз за спиною растаял.
Грусть не ушла, но тоска улетает.
Ты – не Болконский. Дуб – не решенье.
Две полосы лишь бегут утешеньем.
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26 окт. 2005 г.
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