Inside

When it is raining hard on trees
Crows inside sit folded in leaves
And leaves sit enfolded in trees.

The trees have an outside in me,
In my inside, in the crows’ inside
And in rain falling hard on leaves.

When I sit enfolded in my inside,
The rain’s inside feels my outside
Wondering at crows inside trees.

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