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// Hello: To His Unimaginative Mistress 
// Story: Impossible Numbers' Flashfic Anthology, Volume Five 
// by Impossible Numbers 
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How to do justice via poetry? Justice to the one you love?

Written  Script, a unicorn with a Canterlot past… but Ponyville in his soul! Its  grassy knolls, its whispering treetops, its homegrown ponies.

Slick as a simile, burning with metaphor, imagery wherever he looked: seeing what was there, its soul, what was really there.

Juxtaposed by:

“Carrot Top”, farmer. She worked on a carrot farm. Farming carrots.

To  her, simile sounded similar to “silly”. Carrots were carrots, not  “unsheathed swords of golden holiness”. They didn’t need a shower of  words. They needed a rain of… well, rain.

Yet Written Script  needed her. In a world of illusions, she was as solid and nurturing as  the planet that kept him from the existential void of space. And she –  blind earth mole – needed his eyes.

Eventually, he wrote the perfect poem.

It began, “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun…”