the mushroom kingdom at peace
never let it be said
that the journey was easy,
that there weren't times i
in the black catacombs beneath my country,
watched the lonesome shamble of blue-skinned goombas
off of sheer stone ledges into bottomless shafts,
punched blindly at bricks i could only hope hid
a burning flower that might light my way out of that place.
but yes, i won in the end.
i rode every flagpole,
pulled every turtle from his cloud-top perch
and sent up the flag of the mushroom kingdom at every castle.
and now i have my own throne
from which to watch my princess officiate,
our bright, beautiful children play,
clouds and coins drift by
sitting still as i can manage,
afraid that i will move a bit too far
to the right,
and it will all disappear.