Поэзия Михаила Мазеля. № 952 Игра в “Го”
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Для кого-то мы – поэты - лишь противные клиенты.

Для кого-то - СПАМеры мозгов.

За окошком жарит лето. 

                     Непрерывной льёмся лентой.

Чёрно-белой. Мы играем в “Го”.


Чёрно-белым. Ход за ходом. 

                          Лето льётся мимоходом:

льётся лентой голосящих строк.

Летом очень часто душно... Загляните в наши души.

Забирайте сразу. Будут впрок.


Чёрно-белым по бумаге. Где-то бегают ватаги:

не мальчишек, не поэтов – просто слов.

Кто-то заявляет смело. Кто-то шепчет неумело:

следом, вопреки, опять, назло.


Но кому-то это надо. Потому ли ловим взгляды?

Потому мы так стремимся к ним.

До гордыни и до славы с ними, Боже, просим сладу:

чёрно-белый делая цветным.

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