II. Lena Steps In
Every day she looks out across the square,
sees the high-rises over run with plants that
fall out windows and spill off roof edges.
And then when every day, she walks to
the middle of that square, cars
diving round her, to the well-fountain
that draws up water just to throw it all back.
She has to continue, but she'd
sure stop and jump through if not for her
terribly large bubble of air in this water world.
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