Floyd Skloot

June 24, 2016 Skloot Floyd



The last time my father returned from work

there was just enough daylight left for me

to watch his shadow follow on the street.

I was coming home from the beach to meet

him as usual and I can still see

the way he stopped for breath under an arc

of maple limbs, the way he looked around

without noticing I was there behind

him on the rise. Sand rode a sea breeze thick

with the familiar scent of brine and fish.

Soon he would move again. He would climb

the stairs, laughing gulls would still be the sound

of summer sun, I would still be fourteen

and have no reason to recall that scene.

Floyd Skloot‘s ninth collection of  poems, FAR WEST, was published last year by LSU Press, which has given the book its L.E. Phiiabaum Poetry Award for 2019. LSU also published his collections THE END OF DREAMS (2006), THE SNOW’S MUSIC (2008) and APPROACHING WINTER (2015). His work has won three Pushcart Prizes, The PEN USA Literary Award, and been included in THE BEST AMERICAN ESSAYS, BEST AMERICAN SCIENCE WRITING, BEST SPIRITUAL WRITING and BEST FOOD WRITING anthologies.