all my maps are out of date

i grew up when

close became small

and complete became bigger

when home became the train station

at the lazy sunset

as I climbed into my grandads

tin box car

when long walks weren’t so long

anymore (my legs got longer)

that lazy sunset hung around

all night (my eyes got bigger)

when far off places became

often visited locals

and the mountains in the distance

were just an arms reach away

oil on a canvas beneath my fingertip

i grew up when my complete world got bigger

and then the world i grew up in

couldn’t have seemed

any smaller

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