So early it's still almost dark out. 
I'm near the window with coffee, 
and the usual early morning stuff 
that passes for thought. 

When I see the boy and his friend 
walking up the road 
to deliver the newspaper. 

They wear caps and sweaters, 
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder. 
They are so happy 
they aren't saying anything, these boys. 

I think if they could, they would take 
each other's arm. 
It's early in the morning, 
and they are doing this thing together. 

They come on, slowly. 
The sky is taking on light, 
though the moon still hangs pale over the water. 

Such beauty that for a minute 
death and ambition, even love, 
doesn't enter into this. 

Happiness. It comes on 
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, 
any early morning talk about it.