Fifteen years

Happy Birthday
from Stevie Wonder
and his sleepless, yawning nights.
His grit and bear it calm.

He's sung and danced,
flown and rode the ropes to the back
corners of this hateful country.
Cried the riots into form.

A man–possessed; for fifteen years.
Til 1983 gave him his due.
Til a phone call to Coretta
became more than just a dream.