谷垛外
                            石头的一缕余光
                            青草般蔓延
                            我看见  春天里的母亲
                            捡起一把折断的  羊鞭

                            
                            一口石井
                            稻田一样浓郁
                            水  石头柔嫩的叶片
                            一茬又一茬
                            救济踉跄荒芜的  命运


                            柴房里
                            一把暖土和干草  迎来
                            临盆的孩子
                            从石头底下拣来的谎言
                            摇晃着记忆
                            尘土一样  浩浩荡荡

                            
                            从村落到都市
                            动荡的家  像一只洞穴
                            而身后以石为居的母亲
                            用羊鞭传来  锅灶旁
                            石头的歌唱