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Is the sun a miner, a thief, a gambler,

an assassin? We think the world

is a gold leaf spinning down in silence

to clear water? The deer watch us in the blue leaves.

The sun shines in the June river. We flit

from joy to grief to joy as a passing

shadow passes? And we who think the sun a miner,

a thief, a gambler, an assassin,

find the world in a gold leaf spinning down

in silence to clear water.