Pandora's Collective Poetry Contest (2017)
​1st Place Winner

Alouette River Dike, July

Dusk is coming down   slanting over   long grass over
the region beneath my throat   across my ribs.
The swallows, like the movement of a conductor’s baton, flit
about, playing on currents of evening air,
while the cold settles on my sides.
Silence   in the waning light   a distant footfall on the path
western mountain horizon   drawing down the sun.
Soon the colours will change
and my shadow, vertical in the mauve grass,
will disappear.

- Zuzana Vasko