Sidewalk Poetry

Do you like poetry? Amusing poetry, anyhow? In Sunday's paper (The St. Paul Pioneer Press), there's an article about a new program the city's public works department is embarking on. Apparently, St. Paul and its public artist in residence is seeking local poets' work to actually set into sections of concrete as they lay the city sidewalk. (I guess true artists see blank sheets of paper everywhere.)
The picture coupled with the article is one of the poems stamped into the concrete ... and it cracks me up. It is by St. Paul schoolteacher Sean Fleming. My hubby chuckled as he read it and passed the paper to me. (He's not usually a lover of poetry, as I am, but this one tickled his fancy.) The poem reads:

"Said one young man to his young bride,

'I'm so sad my dad just died.'

'Let's talk of it,' she softly cried.

'Um, I just did.' the man replied."

Yep. A lot of wisdom in that poem. A lot of wisdom, indeed.

My hubby laughed because this is how many of our conversations go. Early on in our marriage my husband told me something. (I can't even remember what it was, exactly.) I asked him how he felt about the situation. He looked at me perplexed. I wanted him to talk more in depth about it. He said, "Sorry, Pen, you're looking for something that isn't there...I don't FEEL anything about the situation. It is what it is." So this poem is SO FUNNY to me. The man said all he had to say about his dad's death in one sentence - the wife wanted him to continue on about it. That about sums it up, doesn't it? Am I alone in this? This describes the communication style between a lot of husbands and wives, am I right?:)