The Adirondack Review
Flowers at a Construction Site


Lilith's cast off rags,
remains of the Earthly woman,
opening alone
only for the pleasure of it,
spreading themselves
like minds turned to a thought and opening.
A slight wind pushes stems backwards,
and their faces turn up to sniff.
What do they smell?
The secluded space in the middle of a city.
Each flower holds its own dark night,
reveals in itself this—
their predecessor's story—
the best love asks not for faith,
but for rumination.






April Goldman is a senior English major at Rice University, and in the fall she will be entering the University of Houston MFA program for
poetry.