并非两个人的祭灶

                                            小年  祭灶

                                            祭奉灶神的爆竹声声

                                            满城烟花声光

                                           满城烟雾弥漫

                                           连满地落雪也被染成灰色

                                           而我却“忘记”了这个祭神的贡品

                                           保留着庭院雪地那一片洁白......

                                           早已习惯了节日的寂寞

                                           亲人们遥不可及

                                           接到的只能是

                                           暖暖的短信问候

                                           两个人的小年

                                           夜外冰雪寒凝

                                           暖和的卫生间

                                           蒸腾着烫脚的热气

                                           撕下一页信笺

                                           开出长长一串名单

                                           姑奶姑爹——茶叶两斤

                                           大妈老叔——酒各两瓶

                                           两位老师——

                                           就送我获奖的那两套床上用品吧

                                           还有朋友的遗孀

                                           还有刚刚病逝的表兄

                                           还有结困帮扶的贫困户

                                           还有......还有.......

                                           从拿薪水的那年起

                                           每逢佳节

                                           对这些“可去可不去”老弱

                                           就是一回不拉的去了

                                           而对那些“非去不可”的

                                           掌握着自己命运的人

                                           却从来不曾登门

                                           并非不知道怎么去做

                                           可就是没去做

                                           拥着温暖的衾被

                                           用心的想起逝去的亲人

                                           雨雪封堵

                                           未能到您们的坟前祭奠

                                           此时此刻

                                           坟上长草风萧夜冷
                                           飘荡寒烟的心灵去远方
                                           父亲啊  你是否在等待天地间的相会
                                           母亲啊  你是否在守望着儿子的到来
                                           古城有风俗
                                           在十字街口点燃纸钱
                                           便算是到了亲人的坟头
                                           可我欲做还休
                                           寄托哀思的十字路口
                                           那一刻
                                           我放上去的是一束洁白的鲜花

                                           两个人的祭灶
                                           祭灶并非两个人
                                           身边爱妻相陪
                                           我想起念起
                                           活着的远方的亲人
                                           死去的远方的魂灵
                                           我的小院一片洁白
                                           梦里的茫茫雪原上
                                           我奋力的划着踏雪板
                                           吆喝  呐喊
                                           可就是划不动 
                                           醒来  已经又是一个黎明