Sometimes neighbours make their presence felt
With noise from an outdoor TV set to the NRL
In an AFL state
Or with laughter and friendly banter that rises and falls like a tide
Sometimes the party drags on and I want to raise
A passively aggressive finger to the sky
Sometimes their presence is quiet
And beautiful
And the raised fingers are those of a botanic kind
Of candle and I
Suddenly feel like I’m in church
Asking who is my neighbour
That makes me feel this way?