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Raymond Carver has always been a favorite.  Here is "Happiness":

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.

The truth is that happiness does come richly and unexpectedly.  And it does go beyond, really, any drivel I might post about it here. Thank you dear reader, thank you to my family, thank you Mr. Carver and thank you house of Bertone.