Poetry | Why

Why ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When first we even noticed Night’s sparkling, swirling, threatening indictment above us, Before we watched — beyond our mother’s dangling breasts — Her carefully animated lips, imparting speech, We had no word for wonder, Just hopeless dumbness: The cat’s curiosity with her self-same mute. But after mother’s gift-of-tongues Our… Read More Poetry | Why