姨走了
                         在今年的五月
                         初夏的热闹
                         足以让人忘记
                         一些事情的忧伤

                         姨已是童年和故乡的一部分
                         想起她时
                         总有故乡芳草的气息
                         有那里的黄昏日暮
                         有晚间飘起的雪
                          ……

                          现在已是秋天了
                          夏天暂时忘记的
                          秋天会一一的清晰
                          她的空位   再也无法填补

                          再次想起姨时
                          故乡  整整瘦了一大圈