温暖的季节

                                集结了千年故事的凄清

                                      屈原投江

                               《九歌》的剑锋仍在喋血

                                他落水的声音没有痛苦

                                      活着的人

                                  没有听到他的呻吟

                               传说却斑驳着千年的清辉

                                      这一天

                               汨罗江结满了痴情的星

                               引来了打捞星星的龙舟

                                 手握流泪的双桨

                                  漾出满江癫狂

                               忠魂义骨被波涛供奉

                           心哪早已在《天问》中放逐

                                那愤慨的《九章》

                                 触爆千年的雷霆

                                    亢龙在天

                                  年年的五月五

                                  黏黏的粽子里

                                   念念的追忆

                                   五月五的江水

                                    善感的诗人

                               都在各自源头的最深处

                                  释放悲壮的醉

                                 轰然思想的涟漪

                                  饮一碗醪糟酒

                             便可抛出《离骚》的平仄

                              端午里有一种悲壮的醉

                               醉了遗落沉冤的尘缘