The Off Beat

I’m not the nouveau-riche of poets
…nor a relic of the old guard
Oblio – or square peg in a round hole
I have no pattern no highs or lows
I don’t follow a particular beat
I am the off beat
– out of sequence
I am a fine line between a pause
– and hesitation
The path not taken
The long drawn out exhale
– the blow
I am the path
I am the exhale
When others inhale
I am engulfed…wrapped in the fine line
Of a pause and hesitation

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