<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻壳里的地址</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">文/明月清泉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">通知书切开八月的雨</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">她踩碎泥脚印走来时</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我正把发烫的邮戳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">藏在稻草垛最深处</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">两双步履各自淌过田埂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">指纹叠成河坝的形状</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那时月光还是银的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">稻穗总爱吻她脖颈</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">山城的银杏落满信封</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">我们给每个字缝上补丁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">直到邮筒吞下太多锈迹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">地址长出毛茸茸的霉斑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">多年后 风掀开陈年谷仓</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">三十九粒稗子突然开口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">说那年你冒雨跑了数十里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只为递给我半块红薯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">情人节我整理往事</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">信封里抖出几片稻壳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">有发黄的雨滴正在发芽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">就快漫过生锈的锁孔</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">（情人节里一个皱巴巴的粉红回忆）</span></p>