东方未白

                    在断墙之间

                    拾掇出一些

                    昨日的诗行

                    架起来

                    点燃

                    顺便温了

                    一壶陈年风雨

                    正想品一口

                    那些泥泞的花雕味

                    却隐约听到

                    一缕晨曦

                    崭新的脚步

                    一抬头

                    发现

                    那里

                    又有一个

                    可以做梦的地方