Do not assume

Californian diary, entry 2

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Do not assume to know me
though you bore witness
to me entering the sea
standing in place turning sand
with my feet as to be planted,
unbowed, welcomed to my element
by ocean’s hounds,
those trotting
jumping watery rollers

Do not assume to know me
though you pulled me
from tar pits, my body slicked,
peering behind black fluid robbed
from earthly veins to fuel your
piston hate engine

Do not assume to know me
though in your dreams,
you pulled my thin arms
from the orchard to fuel locomotives ripping
through red skinned Californian Mountains
mutilated by dynamite kiss of yellow men

Do not assume to know me
though we touched, though you
had my flesh in feverish
dreams of dawn

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