reno'd rust buckets

one by one they line the buildings
bonnets turned out and boots in
between their timeless frames
fragile humans walking, laughing
talking, smoking, careless unaware
a turn of the key
a push of the lever
potential danger is close by
the street is their domain
for now they bide their time
tribute to a time when fossil fuels reigned
near enough to touch they sit
built to outlast the hands that take pictures
built to survive wind and rain
built to be restored by loving hands
yet they are not the immortals
these classic cars gloriously restored
cannot hold a candle to the weak humans
all is not as it seems