Dr Roz Comes Home
over the hill,
heat shimmer distortion,
top hat for a few moments
seeming to float above
an absent head,
then, descending
into mundanity,
the Dr is what she was always
only less,
and turns onto her street,
with its Nicotiana-filled
boxes, Jack Russell wards,
and all.
end
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