David Kowalczyk - Like Portentous Shadows

Of a stern and ancient November
afternoon, life retreats from us
slowly yet incessantly.

As it inches away, how precious
becomes the bus driver's warm
welcoming nod, the sincere smile
of a bank teller asking, 'How
have you been? '

How magnified by a thousand
become these small gestures
of kindness, recognized now
for what they have always been:
priceless, irreplaceable treasures.

David Kowalczyk

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