Start with this: an old man
With a heavy suitcase
Appears unexpectedly
The suitcase is filled
With silver things
Mugs and teapots;
Sugar bowls and creamers
Tongs and fruit knives
Spoons with filagrees
Spoons with crests
Souvenir spoons
Spoons specially designed
For eating grapefruit.
Every object here must
Have a history. The old man --
His name is Daniel --
Tells none of them.
He'd promised his wife,
Recently dead,
To give these things
To my mother. Having done so
He drinks some water
And walks off.
Long ago I decided
He was on leave from the story
To which he properly belonged
And needed to get back.
Somewhere there's a poem
Beginning "An old man
Carrying nothing arrived
Just as I expected him to."
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