Brian Garfield Morrison
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Love Thy Neighbor
Next door I heard her arduously praying,
When appearing out of nowhere - a quiet gusting.
Shivering not; but caustiously aware of a presence,
An aroma unfamiliar...crowding the dark room.
'Who is it' she asked aloud - half raised.
Staring into the night, unclad - half dazed.
Intently listening as the silence grew intense,
'Is that my lover' she said with gloom.