Promenade Poem by shimon weinroth

I had time to kill in Jerusalem
I sat on the shelf of the Sherover Promenade
Veiw of valleys and mountains
and works of other architects

ravens on the lawns
droppings, cawing for cloudy skies
alighted to find litter an attractive sight
swirled landed and pecked

Jupiter brought in summer,
autumn winds, clouds and ravens cawing,
sitting side saddle white flesh of limber legs
I strained to see

indeterminate, was he really a he
we all have the right to be
though I discriminate
intolerant, I would not be