The paper boy

A boy on a bike

through leafy streets

delivers the papers

while we are asleep.

Who hears the squeak

of his speeding wheels?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

Who sees the sun

glint on silver spokes?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

The paper lands

with a thud beside

a garden gnome

who peeks inside.

How well-informed

   is that old gnome!

How lazy am I

   in my bed at home!