posted 2-26-04, but none the less...

3 reasons: A Poem in Free Verse by E. Young I’m the luckiest man in New York. The finest woman in Brooklyn lives with me. Mary MacGregor fine. She can fly. I didn’t get to blow bubbles much when I was a kid. She was always so good at it. I am a bubble she blows into and am blessed to be at those lips. She can fly. She has the technology. Look up to see her. Or look in my heart. She lives there. 1. Center Box 2. Angel 3. Feather#1 (next to box 1) 4. Box 1 5. Box 2 6. Feather #1 7. The Butterfly 8. Feather #2 9. Pocket [ed: next to his heart] (Damn, just rereading this I'm melting everywhere...)