[New Poetry Pick] Zhang Jinhu | Mother's taste (five poems)

Maternal taste

Dusk, there is a voice penetrating the twilight

Through the smoke in the village

Pay penetration, the village entrance with the rims of people

Call, son's milk name

That taste is the flavor of roasted sweet potato

It is a half -lifetime of stir -fried eggplant fried

It's salt and a bit bitter salty taste

It is the corn orange rod flavor around the hot cymbal

That taste is the mother of the former mother

That teeth

Do not laugh

My teeth

Exposed outside the lips

Still by the black yellow and yellow cigarettes

Just that teeth

Look up, laugh at the worker

Laugh at Gong Head

Although black and yellow, it is also very hard

Just that teeth

When it's annoying, smoke

When it's tired, smoke

When I want home, I smoke

Just that teeth

It is also given by parents

One day, it's broken

I have to swallow it in my stomach

That teeth are mine

its mine

love

Feed some sleeping pills for love

Then frozen

After several years

thaw

Can you

Open a pink flower

Dog's tail grass

Dog grass full of seeds

Nod to everyone

wind and rain

And the herds of grazing

And those travelers

Destroyed spicy hand

About the Author

Zhang Jinhu, a native of Fuping County, Shaanxi Province. It is scattered in more than five pilots/puppets in newspapers and online platforms.

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