"Here's Exactly How It Happened" by Jack Gower

Otis was sitting there,

stooped over his

clasped bony hands,

looking absolutely

exhausted and bewildered.

He was an old old

old black man born and

raised in Louisiana.

His long white beard

was brightly lit,

almost neon against

his coal skin tone.

It was obvious

he had see a lot

in his day, but

What he just confessed

seemed to toss up and

toss around that

crawfish soul like

confetti.

Now it was on me.

My responsibility

to explain he was

wrong. Thank God.