Jack Scott writes

Archeology

Villages do not last, 
are built upon villages 
that did not last.


Whatever we were 
we almost are 
and this is close enough, 
whatever we expected. 
Neither of us is who
the other thought we were.

I care for you a garden a year, a flower a day. 
I greet you, stranger, 
friend, 
bouquet in hand.

Gli archeologi (The Archaeologists) -- Giorgio de Chirico