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 graduate student at Chapman University, pursuing a Master of Arts in English and a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. He graduated summa cum laude from New England College in May 2016. His work has been published in the Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Henniker Review, Anastamos (The Library edition), Harbinger Asylum, and The Mud Chronicles: A New England Anthology. He recently moved to Orange, California. He grew up in New Jersey, and has lived in Long Beach, California; Jay and Auburn in Maine; as well as Lebanon and Concord in New Hampshire. He lives with his husband of six years, Kelly.
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