These are all from @DwiTrevor.
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Rain drizzles downward, / For several days and night, / Moistening windows
High up on the wall, / Right up against the ceiling, / Window has a ledge.
Archer tried to climb, / But ended up on the floor / 'Neath non-climbables.
Walnut plays with duck, / Softly nibbling at the down / With her incisors.
A friend came to town. / We spent the day near Whyte Ave.: / Did some catching up.
Passover dinner: / Horseradish, crumbly matzah, / Soup, brisket, chicken.
The cat fell over / On the same spot many times; / I moved him a rug.
In this little room / Tonight, I sleep in a bed. / A friend in the cold.
The sky crapped on us: / Until we were well-covered. / Then, the snow puddled.
Room is restructured; / The parts I don't use: throw out. / Fills up garbage bags.
Great gob of thick mud / Attach themselves to my feet / And slow my movement.
I'm leaving the house, / After a breath of fresh air / Has me in pursuit.
Just broke oven in. / Lemon-and-pepper salmon. / Now the cat cuddles.
A man rides his bike. / A man texts on his cellphone. / Same man, same time. Ass.
Woman talks to self. / My face recoils in horror; / I stare at my hand.
Room fills with darkness, / That pours in through the windows / From the darkened sky.
Take the doctor's pills; / Be blamed for the side effects. / How convenient.
The time wastes itself: / Practically no effort / Needed on my part.
It's like a sickness / That obliterates my week, / Leaving me bedstruck.
Speakers buzz softly / And a breathing machine talks / All through the evening.
Fitful night of sleep. / I went to bed far too late; / Never quite woke up.
Movie reference: / Saw a Nelwyn on the bus. / I'm a Daikini.
Poor control of moods / Steals more than one day from me. / I just laze around.
If I spent the day / Doing any other thing / I'd have been awake.
I step off the train. / Bus arrives in terminal: / Forgot my luggage.
Today's sudden drop / Returns the puddles to ice. / Springtime teases us.
The temperature / Means that you need a blanket / When you are upstairs.
First rain, wet dog hair; / It transforms into cold sleet -- / The rain, not the dog.
Orange and teal sky, / Covered in streaks of grey clouds. / A plane roars above.
Awaken at night / After missing the whole day / To see spring's effects.
The day is longer / My jacket becomes lighter / Ice withers away.
It passes us by, / These brief ruins of winter, / And this year's rare snows.
Basin overflows, / Spilling water down concrete / And into the road.
Stealthily, spring comes, / Dissolving the banks of snow, / Puddling salted walks.
The pavement is dry, / Except for a few patches / Where water clings on.
In melted puddles / Deeper than the top of shoes / The drifts of snow fade.
Hurried particles / Slowly build up into piles / That need a shovel.
Crunches underfoot / Leaving a mark on the ground / With size 12 boots on.
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