Isn't Dick's definition unnecessarily restrictive, i.e. 14 rhymed pentameters with (usually) a turn? Here are two tet sonnets (?), one of which turns at line 9, the other at line 7.
The Aerie
Hand-laid cables of braided twine
anchored a Boy Scout monkey bridge.
Over it rose an aspen ridge
where ospreys hunched on a blasted pine.
Ever a student of their flight,
I’ve envied them the breakneck plunge,
the snatched fish and the skyward lunge
from Bad Axe Lake to Key West Bight.
An osprey perched on the foremast
of a tall schooner berthed near mine
watches me cinch a slack springline.
So the familiars of my past
accepted an ungainly guest
and fledged a sailor from their nest.
The Visitant
for Suzanne Doyle
When last this comet crossed the West
Sappho lay on her lover’s breast.
How I’d have loved to hear her speak
its praises in Aeolic Greek,
mankind’s most majestic tongue
for which Apollo’s lyre was strung.
When next this astral visitant
returns from its celestial jaunt,
will jewels in Berenice’s Hair
still shine above a planet where
lovers observe a comet’s flight
then light a votive lamp to write
strophes a poet might have sung
when Sappho and the Gods were young?
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