By Karen Estrella
Growing up
in our cozy home
things still
appear
grow
change
not plants
but people
and ideas
and convictions
learning geometry proofs
and world capitals
also
how to
read the map of each others’ hearts
we learn scales
and f-stops
remembering the map
is not the same as the terrain
remembering that now
is not then
On the horizon
empty nests appear to take shape
Vision becomes blurred
and sharpened
as some reach forward
while others reach back
as love binds what time steals
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