Joshua doesn't like the night

Joshua doesn't like the night
because he is dark-shy and because
the dark is mean and nasty things,
giant things that give him pause
hide beneath his bed and spring
upon him in the lapsing light

just when he thinks they're gone and they
don't cede, ever, but jump on him
and eat him up and it seems he has
no part at all. They always win.
Like a prisoner escaping from Alcatraz,
he stands no chance of tasting day

again. He could be happy; he could
be sad. He could be purple or blue
or green but when the dark falls on
him, he assumes submission's hue
and the regret he knows will come at dawn
a night too late to make it good.

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