祖母

                             祖母摇着蒲扇睡去
                           祖母指间有芹香残留
                           祖母有时坐在庭院里
                                     祖母很胖

                             祖母家里星星不少
                             可祖母只爱听评剧
                           祖母走路时摇摇晃晃
                       祖母在小园里种上了黄瓜

                         祖母用擀面杖压饺子皮
                       祖母笑起来好像一无所知
                               庭院里那些桃树
                               昨夜全都开花了


                                          湖泊

                          我时时随着雁声而往
                          在森林的尽头眺望着
                                那深蓝的湖泊
                                  黝黑的画布
                            月华涤洗剥蚀去它
                                最后一点颜色
                                我抛却了记忆
                                呆然注目着那
                                  忧郁的信鸽                 
                                  

                                         罗素

                           深秋的枝梢上颤动着
                           一个健康的无神论者
                                 他饱满，悲悯
                                     赞颂声色
                                     可在彼岸
                             另一个枝梢却亦有
                                   另一种颤动
                               他亦饱满，悲悯
                                     赞颂声色
                             可他更羞怯，敏感
                                     也更脆弱
                               清晨的风与露霖
                                 便能将他隳折
                           可他的心由泪珠缀成
                           长于月晕中顾自摩挲
                               他永生是祭坛上
                               不灭不羁的星火


                                        堡垒

                                十字军震怒了
                          羽箭缀满苏丹的塔楼
                            可笑可怖的战士们
                                你们何必憎它
                                    何必恼它
                              它的箴言沉默着
                                  它无疾而终

                           于是他们复转向我
                           在我吃水果的时候
                           可敬可畏的学者呦
                               你们何必攻我
                                   何必扰我
                             我的门庭敞开着
                                 我不攻自破


                                        旅行

                            你又邀我跑东跑西
                                    我不愿意
                        你那些穿越世界的旅行
                                  走了一大圈
                              还是没找到自己
                                我在这里很好
                                  清淡，寂寞
                                  没有人打扰


                                        天才

                        天才拿石头砸河上的冰
                    天才蓬着头啜饮深秋的露霖
                    天才有些疲倦了，疯疯癫癫
                                你们不必理他

                                心里想着俗事
                            魂灵却憧盼着远景
                      妄想着飞旋于自我与永恒
                      他怀里沉睡着娇媚的星空
                          等哪日大雪将他埋葬
                    某个雾夜雨脚中缀满的尽是
                                    他的诗行


                                           镜

                                 镜中映现出的
                                 是梦，是尘埃
                                 孤零零地落下
                                 扰乱我的睡眠
                               想见此时的远景
                               该是怎样的姿色
                             墨绿，殷红，绛紫
                               眉梢轻快地翘起
                                 我还认得出呢
                                   是你，是你 


                                        渺渺

                                一点一点弥散
                                  远景，与我
                              童年所识，一度
                                  渺渺的悲喜
                                  寂然中飘失
                                消逝去，我的
                                        悲喜


                                        露珠

                           露珠打碎黎明的玻璃
                           笑笑嘻嘻，毫无规矩
                         露珠躲避着日光的惩戒
                             于草叶间跳来跳去
                                 我双手捧起它
                               偷偷塞进池塘里……

                                   入夜，雨声
                         淅淅沥沥，打在池塘上
                             孩童欢然聆听着那
                                   露珠的和鸣
                                 孩子们还记得
                                           它
                                   没有人记得
                                           我



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