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| Central Park carousel, NYC |
When the worst happens,
silence arrives.
We sat in the park
in our out-of-town coats,
her brother, her mother, and me,
without, without a word.
It was spring in New York,
cold, cold and bright,
the gears of the carousel
still wrapped for winter,
the painted wooden horses
motionless on their poles,
frozen in mid-gallop.
Silence, silence was the whole story.
—first lines by Jane Hirschfield
