not a good coincidenceif one bought into that kind of horseshithe didnt he poured the last of the black coffee into a mugthe last of the Irish from a bottle of Jameson into a shotglass

fittinghe thought they expired at the same time then done hed be left high and dry  grey ash of a fine fire

what a fire it was

                   he knocked the corned beef and cabbage out of the park after bitching about it for more than two weeks in the runup to St Paddys Day which he latently discovered was also the Feast of Saint Dionysus

hed been cryin that his corned beef wasnt savory

hed been picking brains

he took in some ideas an made them his own

the corned beef cabbage carrots onions potatoes  spiced up with horseradish was sumptuous  or maybe it was Guinnesses and Jamesons or maybe it was maenads who showed upwho rolled up his drive thinking they were actually on a road going up into the hills

perplexed  Maidens he asked 

No. Maenads.

Whats that 

Trust us, it’ll be better if we show you. 

he had been drinking since shortly afternoonafter wriotingafter getting his creativity out as was his practise every morning for more than five years 

                                    Awright Im up for anything Its a celebratory day

they laughed together

                        Anything?

Whynot  my drive is Frosts the road less traveled

the taller blonde smiled quickly  I’m familiar with that poem

Yes smilinghe closed his eyes Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back 

Two roads diverged in a wood and I  I took the one less traveled by                                                   

And that has made all the difference

when he opened his eyes the small blondeher hair curly maybe itd been woven in cornrows earlier stooped across from him as he sat on the sunwashed porch steps

her stooping made him happy

beyond her very large green eyes he could ever-so-subtly look down her blouse enjoy her bralessness

she didnt right herself

she was keenly aware of his eyes 

her keenness honed her nipples aroused them

Then she said are you extending us an invitation, as we have come up your, your road-less-traveled

he looked her in the eyes then looked up at the tall one behind her who tilted her head birdlike  curiously   slowly  deliberately    attractively

he smiled rather large 

                        Maenads whatever that is are welcome

1300,  Monday,  18  3. 19

http://zeroequalstwo.net/the-feast-of-saint-dionysus/ 

https://sabazius.oto-usa.org/dionysus/  

Ben Harper  Amen Omen  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWoafpw0rg4