Rush Hour In Paradise



Five o’clock. Palm trees line the boulevard that edges the shore. Bamboo huts dot the beach front, from which you can buy anything from fresh coconut to beach clothes. Late on a Friday afternoon, the foot traffic is clearly made up of vacationers, strolling in no rush, to head to the beach. I join the cars making their way slowly down the road. Like any other day, my hungry stomach growls and I wonder what I’ll make for dinner.

an idyllic place
to visitors; to natives,
just another day

P. Wanken


Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 20: Just Another Day In Paradise. (Using the words: idyllic, palm tree, coconut, bamboo, hut, hungry, clothes, native.)



  1. Like Viv, I’ve lived in places where this applies. We used to flee town on weekends for a bit of quiet and peace. I love this poem. It recalled so many memories.


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