libra rising

grey sky. cigarette burns. blurred window reflections
of
palm trees
and
something else
quintessentially Californian

we talked about
Moon signs
until the Sun awoke
from her slumber
Moon signs
and
polarity
the things that make us
who we are
we talked about the club
that nobody wants to join
but of which we are veteran members
and
four fingers left in the bottle
lining up our mostly smoked
cigarette ends
according to size

shivering amongst the palm trees
and something else
quintessentially Californian

and we talked.