盛夏
                         汛期是涨潮的信     
                    每一页都挟着泥沙的邮戳
                  河堤在岸边，把影子站成等待
 
                              夜半
                       雨是汛期的信使
              揉碎了岸边的树影，冲刷着枝桠
                    朦胧的月光正静卧流淌着
 
                         后来雨停了很久
                      河床晾着发白的水渍
                            河堤等着——
             可能永远不回，可能明天就来的汛期
 
                             又是一个夜半
                             我好像记不清
                            等过多少个汛期了
            只记得那月光，确确实实曾落在过我的身上