(Poem #38 on new numbering scheme)
Sometimes at day's end I'm exhausted. I finish work and I walk home. I feel like my mind is dust. I can't even daydream. I find some music. I move one foot... the other, heavy foot.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Nonnet #13 “The commute home”
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Another fantastic nonnet! It’s harder for me to judge #14, though perhaps I’ll try it with a dictionary later. Or perhaps you could create a translation in nonnet form?