1/27/2016 1 Comment Gettin’ to the Dock of the BayGettin’ to the Dock of the Bay first marriage South Augusta, Georgia bright afternoon at the laundry mat with a friend. during the wash cycle we were drinking at the bar next door after the third round of drinks, tipsy, I transferred wet clothes to the dryer pushed in the quarters turning around, I was surprised to find a Krishna in a saffron robe selling holographic pictures I bought painted boats in a marina a place I’d never seen, perhaps a conjured premonition back inside the dark bar singing, “I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco Bay” and the early afternoon drunk shouted, “and I never got there—” my friend laughed. I didn’t. I declared I would get there and many other places too. she regarded me cooly over twenty years later, in San Francisco, I found the colorful boats in the bay, remembered how far I’d roamed. About the author: Susan Beall Summers is an over-educated, under-achiever who has traveled from the swamplands of South Georgia to the Pyramids of Egypt. She interviews poets for Texas Nafas, Channel Austin, is a member of Writer’s League of Texas, Austin Poetry Society, and Gulf Coast Poets. Publishing credits include Ilya’s Honey, Texas Poetry Calendar, Harbinger Asylum, Yellow Chair Review, Di-Verse-City, Cattails, Frog Pond and others. She has a full length collection and a recent chapbook. She has given feature performances across the country and remains unapologetic about her open mic addiction. www.tidalpoolpoet.com
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Jan
1/30/2016 12:05:10 pm
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