That match in your hand
it’s a bird,
and it’s looking sidewise at you.
How noise if not a bird?
It wants to light up your world for you
and stroke its wings with its beak
and sing a song.
I always was a bird lover.
Can’t you be one too?
Bio: Breslin White is a poet with Irish and Japanese family. He has submitted to Nashville Review, Cardinal Sins, concis, and more, and waiting to hear back. He has published a book of flower poetry called Lily Thrust.