I Walked Into the Wrong Place

You give me new hope

At the end of the day or in the blank middle

Cardinal in the tree is free from any and all associations

I got a strange look

When the dawn is on the wrong side of the window

Stripe of a blackbird’s wing will sing–colors of morning

You don’t have to say anything I can tell by the look on your face

A petal breaks the curve of the earth

I walked into the wrong place

You give me pure joy

Written in black on coal-stacked containers

Slipped through the rip in the chain-link fence into a sense of the night’s

Imagination

I got an old look

The moon in the pool and the face of a fool

Body and beak of the blackbird speak all the colors of mourning

I don’t have to say anything, you can tell by the look on my face

The petal curls and sticks to the leaf

I walked into the wrong place

The wrong room the wrong embrace

Oh what a world!

I walked into the wrong place

Tangled star sliding through space

Wait for a minute

I walked into the wrong place

Leaning on the door of fate

Now I’m living in it

You give me new hope

Every morning, every morning

What more could I find

 “Burn me til I’m blind”