All it takes is a glimpse. A rain of English gentlemen, and I hear the Dr. Who theme que up.
Is it the titular character himself, in yet another incarnation, infinitely mutiplied by some TARDIS-esque machination? It is a novel invasion by another of the Doctor’s legion of enemies?
Or is it simply the banality of Bourgeoisie falling on the fruit of their distinctive labor?
fallen
and so far
to rise
Melissa hosts Tuesday Poetics over at dVerse. Tonight, we wax ekphrastic with painting by the surrealist Rene Magritte.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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