风起尘扬。城市里的尘

                              被江水清洗，被

                              南来北往的风

                              梳理

                              细密的枝叶，和

                              繁华的胡同，一样样的

                              沾满月光

                              以及，月光的泪滴

 

                              这些湿漉漉的句子，携着

                              生辰八字，或喜，或悲

                              在市井

                              生长枝蔓和花香。而

                              每一朵惹尘的

                              小心思，坐进前生今世

                              坐进一扇虚掩的门

                              欲言又止，开开阖阖

 

                              你必须赶着羊群，修饰月

                              必须在天黑

                              将手心里的黎明

                              捧出掌纹，以及沟壑

                              给蒙尘的过往

                              一段沐浴更衣的时间，让细节

                               深入，或者

                              自命不凡的活着