夏日的情绪
                                    
                                                             在这无雨灰暗中发黄
                                                   想象一只无名的忧伤
                                                    红色的箭头       上面覆盖百色的骨灰
                                                     像绽放的白玫瑰  
                                                          缓缓吸入肺腑之中
                                                                             然后
                                                               轻轻
                                                                    吐出
                                                   如疲惫的灵魂
                                                               经一夜休整之后
                                                       连肉体也感到舒坦
                                                               这种感觉
                                                                        久违了


                                                            我是一个享受者 
                                                                    坐在这椅子上
                                                            遥想这烟草味
                                                              总能唤起某种思绪
                                                                 似曾相似
                                                           可能与秋天有关
                                                    

                                              这也许是诗的骨骼吧