I WANT TO RIDE
beside the azure tide.
Compelled to sit and scan,
down zigzag roads and highway span.
Where HOG wild meets the sky,
From Kalapana sands to Kilauea high.
As dogs dash, and Iwa soar,
beyond the carnal motor’s roar.
An attitude pure, a visual lure,
of leather and metal, shiny and sure.
I WANT TO RIDE
beneath the starry sky
where wild meets the coast,
No billboards to host.
Where lilies bloom at night,
a tropical white.
From Maui’s summit, lunar chill
to view Silverswords, endangered still.
To Hana’s climbing switch back swerve
a worthy test of skill and nerve.
I WANT TO RIDE
directing one more glide,
on a wild iron steed,
chasing rainbow’s lead.
Cruising the heights, viewing Tantalus sights
from feral roosters and wild boars to veer,
respect achieve, iron horse revere.
Where sunsets of fire fuel a desire
to pursue this dream and keep it extreme.
On this joy ride retreat, as we beat the heat.
2/2/26
Corney Press 