北方飞狐

                                                                                那飘着的落叶声声慢
                                                                                没有一张清晰的面孔
                                                                                它们在自己的身体之外，跳出
                                                                                一些轻盈的舞蹈，和
                                                                                鸟类羽毛脱落的疼痛瞬间
                                                                                寂静是没有来由的
                                                                                再生割断了想象的时间绳索
                                                                                剩下的只有天空模糊的镜片
                                                                                折射陨落，碾压尘泥的过程
                                                                                身后的树唯一能忆起的
                                                                                是你曾经的风花雪月
                                                                                曾经的那片天空
                                                                                洗得干干净净的那条河流
                                                                                以及，谱写在大地上的
                                                                                灼灼生辉的那段碑文