Thursday, November 10, 2011


There may be enough rock
up past those ravens,

the corvids eating the old wolf

There just might be enough

granite to call it a cliff.

This arithmetic
leads to all names,

and a thousand feet

more of elevation
will grant epithet

after epithet.

About Tony Burfield:
Tony Burfield lives in Boulder, Colorado and works at the public library. When not running wild in the hills or pounding his drum, he reads, writes, and edits an online journal. His poetry collection Canid won the Green Fuse Press 2010 Chapbook Contest.

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