一片叶子
                          夹在去年书里
                          许久过后
                          忘了  它还在那里
                          
                           只等到它——
                           从有颜色到无颜色
                           从有芳香到无气味
                           从熟悉到陌生了去
                      
                           你是在
                           寻书签时
                           想起这片叶
                            在凌乱中
                            你找着了那本藏着叶的诗集
                            没有打开它
                           
                           你选择了
                           在一个月圆的晚上
                           ——放它自由
                           说是月亮的光华
                           能弥合创伤
                                                                                
                           说真——不假
                           你的手在颤抖
                           应和着心跳的节奏
                           
                            月光下书页尚未翻开
                            它已无声滑落
                             在着地前的一瞬
                             那叶子有去年的光影