纸屑在飞
                            飞过我们的头顶
                            在许多人的视域之外
                            在少数人的内心
 
                            一阵风吹过
                            就有许多纸屑跟着飞
                            比一粒尘埃轻盈
                            嵌进我的眼睛
 
                            这个春天开始迷乱
 
                            城市的舞蹈者
                            在试图说出
                            生命举重若轻
                            弹丸之地
                            故事太多
 
                             多大的力量在支撑纸屑
                             散布春天的谣言
                             纸上的爱情太老了
                             还有可能继续下去
 
                             不是吗
                             一阵风吹过
                             就有许多纸屑
                             在风中飞
 
                             2012-02-14