The Moment You Leave

For the longest time, I wondered why the jungle had become so distracting.
It lacked the crucial element of rainfall. I couldn’t understand it.
It was too lush to have a dry spell, but it cracked and burned.
And now I’m left with the charred remains of my tiki shack,
sipping a sangria and wondering why I ever came out here.

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