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moonlit chase

by Dan Jacoby

a time was that men
would sit around a fire
shouldering up to cottonwoods
listening to fox hounds
chasing a crimson dart
out in Shiloh bottoms
or up on an ancient ball diamond
now covered in corn-
each hound’s peculiar bay
allowed a codger’s pride
pointing his dog in the lead
Bugle Ann was a runner
pure, straight, barrel-chested, relentless
almost never fooled unless
that dodger doubled back jumping the creek
we sat mothballed quilt wrapped
listening to old ones singing
stories of magic nights long ago
heroic characters so real
we saw them in our dreams
hot dogs and marshmallows
never tasted so good as
our eyes full of drifting grey wood smoke
listening to Ann
calling us off
like a faerie stolen child

Dan Jacoby lives in Illinois on a very old family farm. He is a former student, special forces soldier, spy, steel worker, teacher, coach, mentor and principal. He is also a Civil War history nut, having had family members who fought on both sides. He traveled extensively in the South while in military service and was stationed at Ft. Bragg, Ft. Benning and Ft. Smith. He is especially fond of Oxford, Mississippi, the home of William Faulkner. moonlit chase was first published in Wilderness House Literary Review.

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  • Alana Gale / April 23, 2014

    I am speechless. What else have you written and why didn’t I know about this?

    • dan jacoby / July 29, 2014

      Publish mostly in Lit journals. William Faukner’s Rocking Chair is also in Deep South. Google me and add poetry. thanks

      dan jacoby

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