The Prince And

Prince and the Healing

A long time after his illness
I ran into Prince the guitar player at Schnucks.

He was still recovering
but walking on his own now.

I made a deal, he said to me, like conspirators.
If I lived, I’d give my life over to God.

We walked outside, I looked at him, both of us squinting into the sun.
And if you would have died?

I’d have given my life over to God,
he said.