Why must it be London?

Does he have to go to London? Nay, there are other great art schools in America too. Just a while back, I saw my own poem glued in his sketch book. Hey hey, finally my work is in his as well. Now, everyone talks about World Cup, but I only want to watch the final four games. Who is going to win? Brazil still looks promising!!
So, here again, one of my favorite poems. For those who have lost their accents, I wonder it is a good thing or not…

Cloisonné

Cherry blossom danced gracefully
On a sidewalk of Kyoto City
French melody played cozily
With rhythms of autumn breeze
When travelers’ eyes gazed
At an oblivious scene
The magic of Sahara would release
My dear olive tree
Don’t ask where my hometown is
My accent has even changed
Only the beauty of cloisonné
Can gently rock
My sweetest memory
In this sunset of the Mediterranean Sea

By Jerski Bjorksen October 17, 2005