oboe in the morning elegant architecture well-dressed dog walkers joggers benches trees cars speed by on the highway New Jersey’s tall white buildings on the other side of the river small birds hop in a budding tree a man warms up on his oboe sheet music on his stand the sweet sound mixed with the early morning light and air brought a stillness an open clarity a balance I’d been seeking the vibrations coming from his double reed instrument ran through me for a time there seemed to be no more me or him or them no more separation
Nora Howard’s interests include people, language, dreams and the mysterious events of life. In her visual art and in her poetry she focuses on the fleeting moment, the passage of time and human interactions. She was raised in Greenwich Village and has spent most of her life living in NYC.
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