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- Feeling around inside to see if his heart
- is still, thank God, ambitious. The way
- old men look in their eyes each morning.
- Knowing she isn’t there and how much Michiko
- isn’t anywhere. The eyes close as he remembers
- seeing the big owl on the roof last night
- for the first time after hearing it for months.
- Thinking how much he has grown unsuited
- for love the size it is for him. “But maybe
- not,” he says. And the eyes open as he
- grins at the heart’s stubborn pretending.
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