云似沸水

                           云似沸水煮得
                               布谷鸟日夜叫着   将空气    
                           熬得如稀粥滚烫

                           骄阳似一盆盆面汤泼在路上
                           油漆般地涂着风光   

                           四周的尘土争先恐后
                           抱着我的脚    硬往屋里挤
              
                           堰堤龟裂    圈里的耕牛
                           仰天嗷嗷    路边的草
                           如一条条奄奄一息的蛆虫
                
                           一根根枯黄的树枝    像一只只
                           抢抓我衣角的手臂   
                           一棵棵倒伏的禾苗    像一双双
                           爬在地上瞅我的丧犬

                           蒸气    穿过我的脊梁
                           如锥    戳向天空

                          风病了    躺在天床上哮喘
                          我躲进空调房里    日夜为云把脉