Orange juice, ice cream, runny brie and crackers Drop the dime into the jukebox of your spirits.
Turn the dial on Heaven, up high to nine Pick a soulful jazz, something warm for the spirit.
Let it dance and chime and swing between stars Sweet pathos mixed with tango, cherry and spirit.
O Zaynab, sing softly the song of his pain Like the charmer, in trance, draws out snake spirit.
Pirouette on the sigh gathered up from his cares Spin him free with gentle tease and ease of spirit.
Beyond right and wrong, and lost to time His eternal song in another’s tune and spirit.
World’s tacky nature-picture hung too long Shatters into dust-settled dreams of tranquil spirit.
Copyright Alison Marshall 2009
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