Apart Before Dawn

The pinpoint landing
Of a bare needle
In the party dark—

It’s only unfair
If it’s your needle
That’s piercing your skin

In your party dark—
Otherwise, it could
Be the tracks of birds

In the snow tracks have
Not had enough chance
To fully absorb.

Let them survive, Good
Heavens, let them live.
The wind blows across

The fair and unfair,
Kind and unpleasant
Mysteries apart.