Synaptic Plasticity at Three-thirty in the Afternoon


Synaptic Plasticity at

Three-thirty in the Afternoon


by Laura Summerville Reed



My doctor suggests, in so many words,


That I learn to live with a constant chill


in my bones or certainly die a slow and


painful death from seeking the warmth


I love so much. That torrid, hot energy that


only comes from sunlight laughing off my


skin, but the Devil Orb has already made


his trek more than halfway across the


sky today. No time for contemplating dire


reports of sure and pending death. I buckle


in for a dose of Holy Rollin’ Novocaine. With


A flick of the wrist I let the top back and drive


in the glorious sunshine. Music humming


through my spine, plugged in – Spark-


Synaptic plasticity - The acrid smell of


melted asphalt and the sweat that’s


already leaving salty satellites from my


belly to back, and back again. I’m startled


by a sweetness and look for the blushing


tree or grandmother’s flower bed, I catch


the din of distant voices, the architecture


of the clouds and kudzu vines that hold the


golden goose. Other things assault my senses;


a tangled mess of bloody fur that expected


deference on this road and found none.


My only clear destination, the uncountable


white dashes to my left


I will decide when the hum settles in.

©LSR 2010

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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

We all seek to blessings from the sun god but often wind up as burnt offerings. We make bronze idols out of Ourselves under his glaring gaze, and if we lie prostrate beneath him for too long in our worships we can be consumed...loved this..the heck with the rules, I'm getting some sun..lol~~

~~~MFB III


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thanks, MFB III, I'm so gone, there are cloudy nights when I could easily be talked into leaving all my worldly possessions behind for just the promise of sunshine on my shoulders in the morning light.


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ralwus 6 years ago

I loved the ride with you and all the images you brought about. Satellite sweat. Nice one. I haven't seen the kudzu vine in years or felt the Devil Orb that shines down there like that. Hope you are better now without pain. CC


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, ralwus - It does get hot here in the deep south, perhaps I have another trip or two to post before winter strands me unclothed.


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ralwus 6 years ago

I love nudity as well, just ask the others. LOL


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Haha! No need to ask around, all I have to do is visit your hubs, Charlie.


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

I thought we were going some where but you never told me. Guess I was just along for the ride...it was a fun ride though!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

We're still going, Wayne - Grab the OS handle and hang on!


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ancoravida 6 years ago

So it seems this is the edge of the din eclectic. I am enjoying your work...and happy I found you on match. Check out HTTP://WWW.gulfcoast.edu/ecampus my contact info is there. ...I have something I wrote I'd like to share...not ready to post it here...called "the shallow end" ...I think you would appreciate it...Steve..


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Steve, I tried to visit your site. I was unable to find a link to your work. Perhaps you can give me a bit more info.


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Spolly Joonerist 6 years ago

this has such an incredible rhythm to it. . .great read.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Oh, Bonnie, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, thank you.

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