Brigid Faye, Reader

The sun strikes low

And I’m ready to go

To the kava bar.

It is quite far

The music in my car

Keeps me company.

The people I meet tonight,

Could be any. 

I’m rolling in bright,

Been doing my energetic work,

Every day.

The dog sees me and barks.

I made it to the place I play.

I play in conversation

I play with my relations.

I even play a ukulele.