Numbers

by Fanny Brewster

I always say she died in a week
but it was actually a week and two days.
In the afternoon,
a sunny Monday,
she forever past her last hurricane,
crape myrtle, willows,
mossy oaks all solidly planted in their earthly homes,
deep roots warm in the rich, Low country soil,
asking the earth to prepare for one more.

Fanny Brewster has an M.F.A. in Creative Nonfiction from Goucher College and currently teaches Psychology to doctoral students. This poem is from a poetry manuscript titled Blue Pearl Incantation with poems about experiences and relationships that take place at various times in Brewster’s life, in her birthplace of Georgetown, South Carolina. Read her other poem published in Deep South here.