The cough behaved itself
While I was speaking.
It could not stand
The hour of silence
In between
The talks.
Usually I am fine
With long stretches
Of quiet.
Today the cough
Had other ideas.
Now that I am quiet
At home
There is no problem.
The cough
Has a voice of its own.
I remember this
From innumerable
Sundays past.
Now that I am off
Sunday morning duty,
I realize
I*d forgotten.
Now I remember:
The cough
Has a voice of its own.
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