in the neighborhood who liked
to throw
stones
through windows.
he would crouch
behind a hedge and wait
until
the family was gathered
around the television.
on the floor
on couches
and then he'd heave a heavy
rock
into the glass
and run.
he called it fun.
he had no family to speak
of that i knew.
no love.
so why should
they, i assumed.
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