The Vineyard   Because of the grapes, the wine, and because of you, Martha — your vineyard, your white roses   by the bike path, your Chappaquiddick breakers. Happiness! Why be afraid! We make   a morning of love — baby, we get to live here: this sun, this life, it’s all give, give, give.                                                                     for Marti   © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont May 2012