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APRIL 21, 2016

February 12, 2018

Nobody knows where Prince has gone
leaving behind his electric guitars,
not to mention his keyboard
and not to mention his fancy cars.
He abandoned his high heels and lipstick,
his rouge and eye shadow, satin cape,
he stepped offstage into the wings,
and made good his final, secret escape

and though the rooster crows by the fence
in the courtyard of the sun
and the mourning doves roost
in the hedge-maple tree
making their low
anonymous moan
Prince has entered the gates of death
and he didn't turn around.
Maybe he was thinking of purple rain
or listening to laughter
on the distant waves
and trying to invent a new sound.

 

 


 

 

 

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