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Немая сцена. Метроном. 

                              Вновь удлинившиеся тени.

То – миг, а мы – песчинки в нём, 

                        подвластные своим хотеньям.

В застывшем времени ничком 

                     среди так же странных граждан,

опять, с очередным щелчком, 

                 начнём любить, страдать и жаждать.


Просыплется на тротуар 

                       проклятьем наше поощренье

и ляжет на асфальт муар 

                             без цели и без ухищренья.

Но вновь раздавшийся щелчок 

                  катком разгладит красок складки.

И снова не возьму я в толк, 

                            зачем опять пишу украдкой.


Зачем?.. Кому?.. Ложится тень. 

                          Другая движется навстречу.

И я, как будто в первый раз, 

                     своим сомненьям не перечу.

Щелчок. Посыпался песок 

                        из новых туфель на ступени,

и ты прошла наискосок. 

                          Щелчок. Стоим на авансцене.

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17 нояб. 2007 г.

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