Yes, the best. I read it as did Lois—a dementia-afflicted ex-truckie reliving a nightmare return journey through a violent storm, imagining the wheel chair to be his rig. His reluctance to be returned to his room is clearly evident in the protest of his dragging feet. His disjointed thinking is effectively captured by the sudden breaks in fluency.
It seems that in most of the offerings presented thus far, obscurity and ground-breaking experimentation are regarded as fashionable—perhaps the New School of Sonnetry. Hopefully there are some Old School examples among the remaining, featuring skill, style and those elements that give sonnets their unique charm.
*cross-posted with Susan and Andrew.
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