the tree branch
has one last red apple
frost tonight
fallen leaves—
a gift from the morning woods
footsteps of a friend
a raindrop falls
on the cracked adobe clay
soaks only its shadow
in the woods
he runs from bees
urban boy
in the field
pumpkins split open in the sun
forgotten harvest
Desiree Cooper is a columnist at the Detroit Free Press and a senior correspondent for American Public Media's national public radio show, Weekend America. Her fiction has been anthologized in Other People's Skin and Detroit Noir. Born in Japan, she lives in Detroit. She thanks the African American poetry organization, Cave Canem, for feeding her soul as a writer, storyteller and poet.
Desiree Cooper is a columnist at the Detroit Free Press and a senior correspondent for American Public Media's national public radio show, Weekend America. Her fiction has been anthologized in Other People's Skin and Detroit Noir. Born in Japan, she lives in Detroit. She thanks the African American poetry organization, Cave Canem, for feeding her soul as a writer, storyteller and poet.