By Melissa M., Tenafly, NJ
Drip, Drop
Drip, Drop
I sit
on the cold,
colorless ground
waiting,
just as I've always waited.
I wait,
for the sky
to return to its swirls
of orange and pink
that were cast
over the ocean
during each sunset.
I wait,
for the waves of the sea
to take back
their shades o...