First Prize Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Canadian couple had been married for 55 years,
they had been on TV and given a ticket- first class-
a week in Paris. On the plane the young stewardess
made a fuss of them served canapé and champagne,
The pilot came out of his cockpit shook hands with
them hoped they would enjoy a week in gay Paris.
The old man looked out of the porthole thinking
the plane was near the sea, but thought it might be
clouds. The pilot too looked out too and rushed into
the cockpit. The old man saw angry waves snapping
at the plane´s fuselage, took his wife´s hand in his,
knew their destination was not Paris