I like your ugg boots, I say to the jetty.
Thank you, it says.
They look sort of … clumpy though, I say.
Well they are heavy duty.
I reckon I wouldn’t mind trying on a pair. For the beach only, of course. Where do you get them?
Well, you have to become a pylon first. You just stand around. They sort of grow on you.
Whoa, I say, don’t reckon I’m ready for that.
Suit yourself , it says.
So off I go to the store on the esplanade to get a pair, off white to match the pylons.
Look, she says. There are two moons tonight. Do you think that means anything?
Like end times, you mean?
I don’t know, she says. It can’t be good.
We move closer. There they are above the rooftops, one higher and to the right of the other.
Someone in the ranch-style house across the road switches the porch light on and joins us.
My ex phoned, he says. She saw it too. She’s bit of a sky watcher.
So we stand there out the front as one disc, then the other veer off in a north-easterly direction, silent as full moons.