These are some of the lower
vineyards, new vine Cabernet,
halfway down the mountain—
just across from the new caves.
(Don’t I sound like a tour guide?)

i sometimes hate our vineyards
on those hot, dusty summer


afternoons when the sky is blue
and the sun is always so high


overhead. they look so boring
row after row of green covering


the hills in their neat little trellises
and the absolutely killer heat!


but i suppose i’m still too young
to understand – unimpressed


by elegant dinners and waiters
in stiff white coats, carrying our


wines in their suntanned hands
and smiling – always smiling.