  the other day I was cleaning out pages of the multitude of partially used spiral notebooks currently clogging one shelf in my bedroom. I came across this poem I wrote back in the fall of 1998, either slightly before or after we eloped. Each of the lines was a perfect memory of our dating years, and all the memories seemed a confluence that fall. And we eloped! Anyway, here it is: I Love You Barefoot In your jeans, without a shirt, sagging on your hips In the kitchen, morning light, watering your plants On the couch, playing your guitar, singing love to me Saturday morning, busy carefree, chocolate chip pancakes On the porch swing, singing to the sunrise, smell of ocean air 
