Vagabond Song – 10th anniversary edition

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“A poet’s song to the rewards of wandering and the joy of the highway. A bracing tonic and one this sorry, sad-assed, gadget-obsessed nation needs to hear again and again.” –William Hjortsberg, author of Jubilee Hitchhiker: The Life and Times of Richard Brautigan

From a beer carton full of rain-blurred and spine-broken journals come these tales of the road, trail and barstool. Setting out from a writing cabin outside of Grayling, Michigan, Beaudin casts him thumb into the waters of M-72 — returning to the music of the open road. Inspired by Bashō’s haibun classics such as Narrow Road to the Deep North and Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton, these nine movements, with their accompanying interludes and caesurae, span over a decade of traveling the highways and byways of numerous countries both on and off the map. Through all the years and all the trips, the direction is the same: Beyond.

This special 10th anniversary edition has been completely revised by the author, and includes two new movements or “Bonus Tracks”: “Casa Parota,” a haibun written during a stay in a roadless Mexican village on the coast of Jalisco, and “The Hundred Highways Tour,” culled from journal entries during the original book tour for which Beaudin travelled 100 highways to read at bookstores, bars, libraries, festivals, art spaces and a cliff above the Pacific Ocean. It adds additional illustrations by Montana artist Edd Enders, created specifically for this new edition.

“This is the kind of book parents will hide from their graduating children, but which will be found nonetheless.” –Rick Bass, author of With Every Great Breath

Available from Elk River Books, your local, independent bookstore or from the good folks at BookShop.org.

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Birthday Poem 2025

To end the day with these geese
drifting through a band of sunlight
scattered like pennies
across the face of the pond
after waking up in Three Forks
to the quarter-notes of a distant crow
& the long drive home on back highways
& frontage roads – avoiding
at all costs the soul-numbing drone
of the Interstate

& then driving this dirt road northwest
of town until if fades like a song
into someone’s pasture while cows
& mule deer consider my passing
the way the gods would watch
a nameless star flare & fade leaving
no trace save a lingering tail of dust
dancing for a moment then settling back
into the primal emptiness

& finally leaning on the hood
of Buck Mulligan, a good pony of a Subaru,
watching these geese & listening to
meadowlarks trade stories with red-winged blackbirds
while shadows of late-afternoon insects
dance across the pages of this journal
& this beer tilts toward emptiness
which is where we’re all tilting toward –
if we’re lucky

The sun drops a notch lower
in the too-blue-to-believe sky &
the drop in temperature is immediate
The splatter of sunlight has shifted
from the far side of the pond to the near
& soon will pull itself from the water entirely
& I wonder: Will every Birthday Poem
from now on end up talking about death?

No matter. There’s another beer in the cooler,
another page in this journal & this
has been the most beautiful day I’ve had
in a long, long time.

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Putting Out the Sidewalk Sign & Pausing to Look at Livingston Peak

1/29
Mountain is crisp relief
from bright gray sky
slicing toward blue

2/1
Snow-white clouds flowing
past snow-white peak
A herd on the move

2/4
A gray gauze draped
over the southern sky
Mountain holds its breath

2/5
Every trace of the mountain
erased
by one full-sky cloud

2/6
Two pigeons then a crow
transect the face of the mountain
A woman turns back at the last moment

2/8
Heavy blade of cloud
shaped like a clavicle
scrapes the peak clean

2/11
Sleeping cat cloud
glowing with sunlight
curls around the highest peak

2/14
Merely a looming shadow
behind an endless gray
The mountain today

2/15
Dressed as a volcano
with ashen smoke clouds
A crow calls five times

2/18
Again this winter storm
has stolen all the mountains
held hostage with a list of impossible demands

2/20
A covering of pine trees
like a coat of bristled fur
Warming temps & water drips on my hat

2/21
The wind pulls a halo of snow
from the mountaintop
The morning sanctified

2/22
A crow dances with the wind
A cloud brushes the unruly hair
of the mountain

2/25
Trucks passing below
Clouds passing above
Stillness at the center of the mountain

2/26
In the place where rock meets sky
backlit clouds glow with something
very close to a song

2/28
Raven too distant to be sure it’s a raven
though the air is crisp enough to make out
individual trees on the mountain slope

3/4
A mom and her toddler
at the door with apologies for being early
Managed a glance & thought, “Cloud”

3/6
BBs of snow pelt my face
trying to look at the sky so
all I can see is no mountain

3/7
And just like that:
A crystal blue sky is back
The mountain now in sharp detail

3/8
The lit cloud too bright to look at
Last year’s dead leaf freed from melting snow
dances across the street

3/11
With the time change, the sun is
no longer blocked by the Elks Lodge
making me squint to look to the sky

3/12
The sun pulls the sky
into something beyond white or yellow
A new color the eye can’t really see

3/13
A large bird
blasted white by the sun
cuts the waves of also-blasted cloud

3/14
Bands of light and cloud,
dark and sky, fresh snow
on the shimmering slopes

3/18
Pulling a blanket of cloud
over its head, the mountain ignores
all calls from the new day

3/19
Pigeons white against the blue
Starlings black against the dull brick
Sun too bright to keep this up

3/20
The mountains obliterated
by snowclouds & gloom
on this first day of spring

3/21
Candlewick of cloud
at the tip of the mountain
set ablaze by the undiminished sun

© 2025 by Marc Beaudin

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