Animal Crossing

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Animal Crossing
A 2020 American Haiku Series 

I plant flowers
Catch bugs and run 
Around my own island 

Nothing is on fire
No one has a virus 
Everyone is friendly 

Escape into 
Animal Crossing 
Is a 2020 mood 

If only we could give gifts
Eat fruit and sell weeds and branches
In real life 

The night comes 
I talk to a ghost 
The goals are rewarding and manageable 

The smell of over 600 wildfires 
The anger of a pandemic raging without interruption 
The violence of racism and misogyny deepening 

Sure, Tom Nook might be a bit of a Trumper 
But we don’t talk about fascism in Animal Crossing 
We just shake trees, run from bees, and exist in virtual joy 

©Jenny Justice. All Rights Reserved.

Jenny‌ ‌Justice‌, Poet.‌ ‌Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author‌ ‌of‌ ‌Love‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌of‌ ‌Climate‌ ‌Change‌ ‌and‌ ‌Reveal.‌ ‌You‌ ‌can‌ ‌read‌ ‌more‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌poetry‌ ‌at‌‌ ‌Justice‌ ‌Poetic.‌‌  ‌‌Sign‌ ‌up‌ ‌for‌ ‌her‌ ‌newsletter‌ ‌‌here‌.‌ Follow her on jennyjusticepoet.com. 

Published by Jenny Justice

Jenny ‌Justice‌, Poet.‌ ‌Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author‌ ‌of‌ ‌Love‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌of‌ ‌Climate‌ ‌Change‌ ‌and‌ ‌Reveal.‌ ‌

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