Less and less as addiction breaks and connections appear like sidewalk cracks that allow grass and weeds to wander up and through to grow like dandelions.
Providing little spikes of sunshine out of a darkened place and floating messages once they die; carried along by the wind and breaths of the wishing hopefuls.
Soaring across the sky like clouds blown by wind and drafts entering windows that blow curtains fro and to lift hair back and breeze in (breathe in) the scents of summer.
A summer poem brought on by a sudden urge to write and express that required me not to think too deeply about what I wrote while I wrote it. One might even call it a "happy" poem with no hidden meanings save those of "good feelings: and whatever you wish it to mean.