C.E. Putnam
Day 640
Unhappily, a Small Room
that is your living  
room and  the living  
room for a very large  
family of beavers. 
Covering every edge 
a pile of leaves. 
Each beaver rakes 
to make a bed  
of its own  
gnaws the bark  
suckles and rears 
to make of the center 
a dining room  
a new world  
between chin 
and forepaws  
refusing to adjust to  
the conditions of the age.
Day 680
The Story of the Leaf
Green energy squirrel tails 
cocked up some nut  
veins melancholy   
loving wooden 
creek-crack  
and shine  
to gradually ash the world. 
Your physical  
body will reflect  
this change: nothing  
but dark spots  
and clouds  
in the photographs.  
They were a kind  
of energy  
a counterpart  
to the body  
of the leaf  
the energy body  
that didn’t want   
to be a part  
of the physical body 
anymore 
died away. 
In the distance 
a lofty palm in the breeze 
scratches against a wall 
the last sound of daylight 
before the drunken marauders’  
nightly efforts to free themselves. 
Rough bamboo tumblers 
and silk pocket fish shoals  
in every direction  
dipping our heads  
back into the water 
again over the water 
offering to chase us 
with galaxies of sparkling lights 
inside a palpitating body. 
Within the double is the distinct 
belief of the individual 
a capable spiritual  
essence—the machine  
will never fully explain 
to a tree, to a leaf.
C.E. Putnam operates the Putnam Institute for Space Opera Research (P.I.S.O.R.) in Portland, Oregon.