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
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