from “Happiness”
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.
Raymond Carver
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