北方飞狐

                                                                                走了那么久
                                                                                你同我一样
                                                                                没有太多的石头
                                                                                去溅响时间的波澜
                                                                                只有荆棘和泥泞，抑或
                                                                                一把钝了的弯刀
                                                                                剖开月亮和夜
                                                                                那打着铆钉的城门
                                                                                可挂缀我俩的头颅
                                                                                你的盛放玫瑰和血
                                                                                我的盛满偏头痛思想
                                                                                除了这些
                                                                                你还在金黄色的麦地里，游离出舞蹈
                                                                                而我，在候鸟南来北回的阵容中
                                                                                替自己活着
                                                                                活在锯齿的阴影里