I attempt to write a list poem about cars (Thursday Doors)

I have never owned a car.
I have not even driven a car in many years, nor can I any longer tell one kind of car from another.

When I was a child, cars were more distinctive, and I knew who had manufactured each one, and the car’s name too.
Ours were always Chevrolets because my uncle was a mechanic at a car dealership and he got a discount on cars that were used for test drives.

In my city life, as an adult, I would look out my window and draw the cars parked on the street below in front of the building.
They were often the same cars.  Humans are habitual.
That window was on the second floor, so I never worried about falling out.

Now that I live on the eighth floor I can’t see the cars on the street at all.
I see my neighbors’ windows and roofs.
I know who is always up late, and who comes up to the roof to smoke while pacing and talking on their cell phone.
But I don’t know what is parked out front, or if it’s the same car every day.
I don’t draw that much any more either, so I probably wouldn’t be drawing the cars, even if I could see them.

But I’m always taking photos of things on the street when I’m out walking.
And every once in awhile, a car catches my eye.
After all, cars have doors too.

The top car is a photo I got from the internet, which looks exactly like my favorite childhood car–a red Impala with tail fins. They don’t make them like that any more. The other red car is one I saw on the street recently.

The vintage car photos were taken when I happened upon a crew setting up for a movie or TV show filming. There were a few of us taking photos and the crew was not too happy about it so we had to be quick about it and move on.

And the car below is a Pagani photographed years ago when I took the train to Boston to visit my daughter. It was parked right by the train station. Both my daughter and I had to photograph it, along with seemingly everyone that walked by. I’m still wondering why and how it came to be there.

The W3 prompt from Lynn this week is to write a list poem incorporating some form of the word fall. I’m actually not sure this is really a list poem, but I’ve been wanting to put those vintage cars into a post, and, remembering my old car drawings, it worked perfectly. And, as I noted, all cars have doors. Even drawings of cars.

As to the aforementioned doors, there are always lots of them at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.