我們以煙點燃世界

                                    卻在煙霧中忘了自己

                                    我們在煙蒂的末梢

                                     看到

                                     今日替昨日總結

                                     但我們不約而同的咳嗽

                                      這似乎和秋良無關

                                      門診的行列上

                                      你以薰黃的手指

                                       指著窗外灰暗的天空

                                       我們知道

                                        要等到煙霧散盡

                                       才能看到醫生的面目

                                        但我們總不忘

                                          收集碎裂的火花

                                         你說

                                          這是時間的餘爐