Oblivious

I take full responsibility

For not noticing that the trees on the east side

Of Highland are not willow oaks, but Chinese elms.

For years I assumed there was symmetry

In the shadow of Clarendon's midrise buildings,

Left and right, oaks facing oaks;

But the revelation of closer inspection

Exposed the deception, and I was shocked.

I have to admit the ugly truth:

That I dream-walk more often than stroll wide-eyed

Down the dappled, familiar streets of my town.

What else have I missed?