August Rain

by Daniel Miess

Rain greens the brown
toes down as roots

water falls Yosemite-like
off eaves. I sleep,

drunk on dim. Swim
in the pools gathering.

Winds kiss cool, bones
grow. I, a weed, am tall.


Daniel Miess is a recent graduate of New England College. His writing has been featured in both The Henniker Review and East Sleep Right.


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