那詩人有憂鬱症                                             

問天　沒回應　就跳進汨羅江                                             

問魚　ㄧ問  幾千年                                             

是怎樣的生活                                                 

每過ㄧ天就多ㄧ分遺憾                                                 

是怎樣的ㄧ本書

我翻了半生

也找不到答案                                                 

暫且畫個「？」當文鎮                                                 

讓時間也跟著凝結                                                 

於是不動如山的我

俯身仰望滿天星斗                                             

傾耳細品大地的沉默

用凋零成枯骨的手指愛撫山川秀色                                             

耳際依稀傳來兒時暗巷裡

蒼涼的山東腔「包子---饅頭—」