He slammed into me

His breath tripping his tong

A fist of Legal documents

All is gone he said

My inheritance

She has taken it all

I have to sign

Or go to jail

Terrible I said terrible

He looked across the field

At a gull falling

Then turned to me

Will you recite a poem next week

I will I said

Make it a good one

Then he disappeared

As he came

In a hurry.