Rob Schackne #838 - "So I grab another tinnie"

So I grab another tinnie
out of the fridge, glorious
in the infernal heat, recall
dancing in front of the cold
when naked and five years old
shaking it like I was free, now
I sit back on the porch and a bird
(ibis, egret or crane) flies away
there's just an imaginary sigh
I turn up the music on my laptop
Lucinda Williams and old blues
the hot and the cool, ice wrapped
my friends freezing in China
all want to send me ice cubes
(apologies to friends in winter)
but this is an ordinary day
please be gentle, today I found
a way to make satay sauce
with peanut butter, and a way
to make poetry last all summer