A Conceit of Hair 2004

She dropped a strand of hair
Rushing by in the park
It landed on my arm

Only later did I notice
The scarlet scintillate
Against my plain jacket

I reached to grab it
But competition was fierce
A gust beat me to it

As I stare at my empty hand
I wonder how many times
I've missed them before

Apparently in 2004 I was really worried about missing out on things.