Autumn

They're playing
a slow waltz
on the radio.

A waiter looks out
through the window,
lost in deep thoughts.

A dry leave dances
along the empty street,
turning slowly in the wind.

A woman in a blue dress,
sitting alone at a table,
cries softly in her hands,
It's autumn in her heart.

 Sal Linder



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