fugue in slightly minor key/sea

we need not fight

but sometimes we chide and throw shade and diss

which are microfights

subfights

slight fights

slights

..

we need not curse

but jeeminy crickets do we euphemise

and there are even schisms

in our euphemisms

..

still

life

beckons

we have days that are nice

a dais spiced with mischief

and daisies shifting in a breeze

suitable for a bucolic frieze

zephyr-shifted

in that slight wind

on our slightly-tilted earth

with a yellow dwarf of a sun

convecting our splendiferous atmosphere

beguiling us to preening

as we’re here