A house, they say, has
Jewelry: study its doorknobs, its hinges.
Get out of the way, says Death—you are wasting
There is a joke men like to tell.
What is the difference between
A woman and a lady?
Wear originals, not copies.
Though if you do not understand
The difference, wear none.
Indian Review | Literature, Poetry and Fiction | Rebecca Pyle lives on what was once the lakebed of the then-much-greater Great Salt Lake in the United States. Her oil paintings, and a photograph of her hundred-foot-long rock garden, full of large boulders and Russian sage, can be seen at rebeccapyleartist.wordpress.com. As an undergraduate she won first prizes in all three writing competitions sponsored then by her English department. She was once runner-up in The National Poetry Competition in the United Kingdom, a competition sponsored by BBC2 and The Poetry Society. (An Irish poet the winner.) A short poem by Rebecca will be published soon in The Healing Muse, a journal of arts and writing published by New York medical universities. She has lived in Kansas, California, Alaska, London, and New York, but has never travelled to India. Alas. In Salt Lake City, she is a member of The King’s English Bookstore writing group.