风的形状

渠 彬

<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">月光将陶罐熬成粘稠的雾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">候鸟衔走最后一片黄昏</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">影子沿着玻璃爬行 蜷缩成</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">旧抽屉里那枚沉睡的钟摆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在寂静深处缓慢抽搐</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">蒲公英的骸骨悬浮在虚无的中央</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有人用睫毛丈量空气的厚度</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">每一次呼吸都是错位的指纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在褪色的地图上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">拓印未完成的年轮</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">生锈的钥匙转动时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">沙粒正穿越沙漏的咽喉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们互为彼此的回声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在时光的褶皱里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">折叠成风的形状</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而所有的棱角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都在某个潮湿的黎明</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">被磨成了圆润的叹息</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">如同窗台上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那粒永远无法抵达水面的盐</span></p>